Demolition Lovers

It had been a long time. A long time since I felt wanted. Since I felt loved. I've always felt alone, even in a room full of people. I found it strange that he actually saw something in me. Short, choppy, dyed red hair, a pair of plain black glasses that covered green eyes with a little too much eye liner, freckles over a pale white skin, small lips, and a lisp that sounds of a slight Cockney accent, thrown on top of a body that was awkward in its being. Average, almost everything average, aside the fact that I had yet to grow into my breasts and feet. I dont understand how anybody could have been attracted to that. At least I wouldn't have been. It definantly could not have been my personality. I don't think anybody could find an anti-social backbiter pleasnt to be around. But maybe this was just my idea of me. An idea I obtained from years of abuse, both mental and physical. They always said good would come from bad, I assume im still waiting for my good Karma.