But I'm not like them.
So how could he ever love me?
They're outgoing and bad-ass
while I read and write poetry.
They have pierced lips and show off cleavage
while I braid my hair and wear white dresses.
They drink and are the life of the party
while I stay at home with Ann Frank's Diary.
So how could he ever love me?
I'm not the type of girl he even sees.
So I wrote this a while ago but recently found it and I can't believe how many guys I've liked in the past that this applies to...
