If I had an ounce of self-esteem, I would totally go to Senior Ball. I would totally go even though I'm a man. I would go and I would wear a dress. But you know, being physiologically disproportional has it's downs. All of it is downs. And it makes me cry at night.
Maybe I would have fun, I don't know, I've never been. But it makes me sad to know that the reason I'm not going for it - and there's absolutely no chance that I will - is because I hate myself. And ain't that a bitch.
I don't even know why anyone talks to me, they have to be seen with me. Especially the beautiful people that acknowledge my existence sometimes. Like man I feel bad for them, poor souls.
SElf LoaHTuibg.
On the up side, I almost ran down the talented one today and his face looks so innocent close up, it's nice. I want to be his friend.
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