“Am I the trigger of your gun your pretty eyes don’t give me much choice but I’ll take them home I’ve done some thinking of my own and when I come home I wanna be done don’t wanna be famous no more” I’d rather die than be famous, by Pierce The Veil
Why do none of the boy's step up and ask me out I have come to conclude either I;m too butt ugly that they don't want to look at me or even say my name or I'm so beautiful they are too intimidated to say some thing. It sucks not knowing :( I can only pray thata my second theory is correct but I lean more to the first... Why can't I know I hate uncertainty. But what can I do?
The popular guy on the bus once asked me "Did you try to kill yourself?" My reply was simply "maybe" but then his only reply was "Oh you shouldn't do that cuz your too pretty." I'm so torn my sister always says I'd look pretty if I didn't wear black but that's not an option because black clothing is who I am I cant and wont change that not for any one...
So I guess I'll stay here in this limbo state to never leave.