I wake up to the blaring sound of my alarm clock.Reluctantly I get up , I know it is early but I need to try to do my makeup again and I need to have enough time to put it on , fail , and then take it off.I am so sick of people calling me fat,ugly,stupid ext.I would trade my talent just so I could be pretty , because let's be honest I am not pretty ,or beautiful or even slightly attractive I have pimples and greasy hair and I am not skinny like the girls on the cheer team or the dance team.I would do anything to be like Olivia Nelson,the bitchy but drop dead gorges blond head cheerleader with the skinny body and perfect silky hair and pimple free face.Who just happens to be my brothers ex.And the bitch who just happens to tease me all the fucking time.Why can't I be normal?Or no not normal just beautiful that is my dream.Even though that is never gonna happen.My actual dream is to go to juliyard and become an actress on Broadway.So I may not be pretty,but does talent count ?
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Not pretty but does talent count?
HumorHi I am kateline fields and I am not normal.I am not popular and I suck at makeup I am not a cheerleader and I have never had a boyfriend but that is about to change when I go to camp karprasio in New York you see I am an actress and I know am not t...
