leaving

i know if i was prettier, but the rest of me was the same, he would like me.

if i was only just a bit prettier.

it's so frustrating knowing i did all i could do and it could never be enough.

just inches away and miles from him. miles and miles of stupidity and ugliness.

i go home in 10 hours. my stomach hurts. if he avoids me this last day, too, all i can do is sob.
I've got a feeling he conveniently won't be around.

i go home to a total of 4 friends. two of which aren't close friends.

gonna be lonely as hail.