I would love to know how it feels like to be the first choice & not an option, a second choice.
To be honest, I don't remember a time when I was someone's first choice. I'm always the second choice. Hell, sometimes, I'm not even the second. I'm like 12038274802 choice. Hahaha.
When people need me, I exist. When they don't, they just dump me aside. Throw me aside.
And everytime I think of you, I get so hurt.
I wish, you'd choose me over her. I really really wish that. But like we both know, it's never gna happen. Never.
I'm not good enough. Not pretty enough. Not smart enough. Not sexy enough. Not nice enough. Everything.
I hate daydreaming. It makes me wish for things that's never gna happen. Like seriously.
I might not be the prettiest girl.
Damn Vic, that hurt..
'You love him but does he?'
'No... He prob doesn't. No, I know he doesn't....'
'So why are you still here? Why do you still love him?'
'Can you stop love? Can you force your feelings to go away? No.'
I miss being happy. I miss hyper-ing everyday. I miss never worrying bout something. I miss not having sadness in my eyes.
Cause once something's gone, it's gone forever.
Do I regret knowing you? No. I never will.
Even if you gave me happiness for a few days. Even if you choose to leave me soon. I'll never regret it.
Honestly.. I wish I'm pretty. Cause looks are everything to people. Like seriously.
'You're pretty. Like really really pretty.'
'No I'm not. If I am, I'd gotten everything I want. I'd have plenty of friends. Cause all people care bout is looks.'
The mirror do lie. It doesn't show you what's inside.