Not Your Average African-American

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It would be weird to say right now that I love my life.

Hey, don’t get me wrong. I don’t hate it either. But when it comes to seeing people around school all the time…with…their significant other…just irks me. No, no, I’m not jealous of them. I mean, like really, some of them are really unattractive, eating face in the hallway when I pass by. And I’m sitting here going:

1) Get a room; and

2) Seriously, is there something wrong with me? To be honest with you, I find myself pretty. We all have our flaws; I know. But I try to look past those. I like the shape of my face, I love my nose, if I highlight my eyes a certain way they look gorgeous. And my hair is okay on most days. I love the way I giggle. I love the facial expressions I make. But do I see ugliness? Not at all…To be honest, I don’t think there is an ugly. There are certain degrees of pretty but there is no ugly. God didn’t make his creation ugly…not a bit of it.

…That was a long #2…

But like, when I guy looks at me, I’m sure he doesn’t see ugly. But hey, I’m sure he doesn’t see drop dead gorgeous either. And my personality isn’t shitty. Gosh. All the people I know think I have an amazing personality. So when you think about it, what’s wrong with me? I make people laugh. I’m not a bad flirt -.- lol.

But I walk around school everyday and see THE most unattractive girl with a hot guy. And her personality isn’t rad.

Okay, so maybe I just haven’t clicked with anyone…but honestly, why not? There are 1700 people at my school, 54% of them are boys. I mean, really?!?!?!?! Someone will flirt with me for a couple weeks and then forget I exist. It sort of pisses me off. And another thing…

I am seriously in like with someone who, well to be honest, probably wont ever like me….Maybe I’m not his type. Who has types anyway? That’s so effed up. I don’t have a damn type.

I think its stupid…being in love with a guy who can’t stand me…STILL. And not having anyone to like me back.

What the fucks wrong with the world?


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