I'm not the kind of girl things happen to. I'm not the kind of girl who gets the guy, who falls in love. But maybe, just maybe, that will change; and maybe, just maybe, I will be. Nothing really happens to me. It happens to my friends though, but then again my friends are pretty. They're amazing, and it always seems like things are perfect, that everything happens for them, like life is smiling down on them. At least from my perspective, it does; I wouldn't know about theirs, I'm not in their minds, but everything seems to work out. It's strange, to feel like life's forgotten project, to be invisible, the weirdo in the background. Nothing interesting ever happens to me, it always happens to those around me. It becomes a normal feeling, to feel lost, to not know where you're going or what you're doing.
How can I explain who I am? It's strange, that question never really gets answered, which is not necessarily a bad thing. But to explain this, let me start at the beginning.
