I sit in class 1 hour left all I can hear is the noisy chatting going on all around me. I look up, I turn my head, I see you, but I look away before you can notice. I look away because you are you and I am me. 20 minutes left I try to get through this lecture just so I can race out of here embarrassed because I'm not who you usually go for. The popular guy with the muscles who talks to the skinny Minn
y Barbie boobie girlie girls like Slaggie Lindsey. The guy who comes off as a douche bag. I say I don't like. Who am I? Well I'm the ugly brunette haired circle head not the perfect body type girl. Who happens to be friends with the not popular people and I'm okay with it because I know I will never in my life be popular. I just like thinking and believing you are who I make you out to be not who you really are. It's 2:29 the bell is about to ring and where am I? standing at the door talking to my friends sneakily looking at you and thinking damn I wish he saw me for me not what is on the outside. As the bell rings I run out the door; walk as fast as I can so i don't have to think about you until the next day repeating the cycle until I have the courage to do something about it.
