Weird

4. popular

Today was my birthday, and also a month since I've met you.
You became popular.
Girls were always all over you.
And we were not together.
Just like I expected.
But, on some occasions, you would talk to me.
We would walk down the halls together.
We would laugh together.
Those moments were the ones I always looked forward too.
My birthday was never special, I never had any parties mostly because I have no friends.
It was just another day with a title.
Sometimes, as I walk down the hall I think of what life would be like with friends. I would probably talk more.
Maybe I would be popular.
Maybe if I was popular I would be dating him.