diary of an ugly girl
the worst part is that i think they might be right. i might be that crazy girl. i might be that girl you probably shouldn't even smile at because she probably thinks it means something. because i think everything means something, because i read into everything, because no one has ever really wanted me so i don't know what it actually looks like.
and i am that ugly friend that people flirt with in bars just so they can get to the other, more attractive friends. i am that friend girls take out so that they look infinitely better. i am the ugly friend accessory.
i don't go out anymore because i refuse to be that, to be used that way, to let anyone take advantage of my unnattractiveness. if i have to live in this body, at least i can do it relatively on my own terms.