I knew I'd get hurt. Every time I get involved. It happens. I find a guy that makes me feel special, but little do I know he makes someone else feel better. More special. More pretty. More intelligent. More wanted. I'm never the one chosen. Its always the "other girl". The person that is everything I'm not. I'm not good enough. Smart enough. Skinny enough. Perfect enough. For anyone.
I go around acting like everything is fine. Its not fine. I'm not fine. I'm miserable in my own world. Sometimes I can't stand myself. I hate myself even. I wish I could change. I wish I were someone else, or that I didn't exist. I'm not good enough for anyone, not even myself anymore. So what's the point? What's the point in being here if I'm not wanted?
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