What's the point of prom?
To stuff a girl in a dress?
Well, to me, why wear a dress?
People will just judge you on how you look, and I know I can't compete with those beautiful girls.
I'm fat, they're skinny.
I have to squeeze into clothes, theirs' fit perfectly.
I am ugly, they're beautiful.
I have a lot of flaws, they are flawless.
So what's the point?
A/N: Some of you have known me longer than others.
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The Story Of My Life
RandomThis is my depressing little journal, I needed somewhere to put all my depressing thoughts, and so this was born.
