June 2011
The truth is, I have no real friends.
No one ever texts me first. No one ever wants to hang out with me. I’m always the one that ends up at the back of the group. I’m the one that will start to tell a story and fade into the background. And most of all, I’m sure that in my group of friends I’m the one that, secretly, no one likes.
This, so much.^
i wanna go on a date
I really wanna go on a real date. You know? Get dressed up make sure your hair is pretty much perfect wear heels. Get picked up go to dinner and have small talk over dinner. Get ice cream maybe or go see a movie after. And end up on my front porch waiting for him to kiss me.
I really want that.

