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Everyone of my friends have said I can have any boy I want. I can make hem all drop like flies around me. They say I look like a model and I'm perfect. One of my ex , ran his finger down my spine and told me "you should be a model"
I almost choked as he stated this because I don't see that for me. I'm shy. I'm a good shy. And I want more for me then modeling. I don't find being half naked or completely naked...a fun , enjoyable, fulfilling job career.

These guys. All of them....they don't see me.
They don't like ME.

They don't love ME.

They don't care about ME.

They don't see ME.

They don't know ME.

They don't want to know ME.

To them...there is no, ME.

I remember breaking up with each guy. I was numb and I didn't cry. I continued smiling and I was happy.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 04, 2015 ⏰

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