Usually, nights are me time.
Just me and my thoughts.
Thoughts of people, memories, goals, prayers...
After a discussion with my stepfather the other day, the question that I have been pondering most is:
"What do people see in me?" / "How do people really see me?"
I'm weird.
I'm awkward.
I'm a clutz.
I'm not in shape.
I'm not one of the "pretty" girls.
I'm not fashionable.
I'm not cool.
I'm lazy.
...at least that's what people tell me.
It'd be nice to get a real compliment every once in a while.
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