Leanne | ongoing

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dear diary

i sat in a coffee shop today and wished i was pretty.

it sounds so pathetic. utterly, ridiculously pathetic.

but, you see, this cute guy walked in. we made eye contact, i just looked down, and i know he would've grinned...

...if i was the girl sitting across from me.

they always have eyes for sarah- she's the willowy, slim, curvy-in-all-the-right-places girl. dark features, a flirty smile, and the perfect things to say.

i'm not. yeah, i have dark hair and blue eyes. but i also have a weird sense of humour, sarcasm that half the population of males don't fricken get, and the figure of... a pear.

i don't know... i just feel like my hips are too big.

and there's definitely chub that shouldn't be there. dammit.

anyway, this is me having a pity party.

here's a smile:   :)

school was monotonous. the kids are friggin' disrespectful to teachers, catty to each other, and absorbed in themselves.

the last bit sounds too much like me.

i hate this.

with much love,

leanne