To feel like you’re at a party you weren’t invited to. To be in a place full of people and feel like they don’t want you there. It’s just that…given all of her detestable attributes, she’s never alone. Mean, cavalier, superficial… The kind who doesn’t have a thought stay in her head too long or else she needs a nap, right? I’ve always been fascinated with her, though.Īnd don’t roll your eyes at me. Cheerleader, popular, gets everything she wants… I hate to admit this, especially to you, but a long time ago I wanted to be her.
But I think negative feelings should be released.
No, actually, it’s far worse, and I’m a little embarrassed to tell you. I know you don’t have to sit there with your sister, man. So, have I ever told you my secret shame?Īnd no, it’s not watching Teen Mom like you.
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