Everything:infravermelho

Yes, you are very vain. Yet no one cares 'cause your some hot, scene-looking kid. You have the chance of having every girl and guy to come to your myspace page and try their luck to see if you'll reply. I admit I tried my chances and didn't succeed. I guess my default picture wasn't "scene" enough, not enough photoshop perhaps? Or is it 'cause I'm not topless and have some hairsprayed hair, sporting a tutu. For you its all fun, fun, fun to have girls dying to be with you. I've never seen such selfishness. Wait. Take that back. Such self-indulgence. Why don't you just fuck yourself over and over again? And put it on myspace! Oh god! Girls will be even more all over you!

Yet as much as I hate you...I still won't delete you. I look at you and see a creative mind. I compliment your work once. Yeah, its just pressing buttons on photoshop. Click. Paste. Texturize. Save.

Its just the fact that I notice so much yet you barely notice me. I'm just one out of millions on your myspace. Right?

I know its middle school shit but god. I hate feeling so so ugly. I know that sounds vain but sometimes I really really wish I was as pretty as Mariah. It just sucks when the guy you like is obsessed over one of those pretty girls. I used to be so confident with myself but now I'm nothing. Like when I actually found something that makes me happy, exibit A: playing the cello. And I thought it was something I did really well. My teacher puts on my grade comments "shows improvement". So I do play like shit, the only thing that mattered to me, I do horrible at. Who the hell am I? I don't even know a cent of that!

Yes, sometimes I just wish I had someone in the world to back me up once in awhile, to walk in place. Sit where I sit in the back of the classroom quiet. To know how I feel. To know how it feels to want to be loved more than anything in the world.