Just the Friend
I don’t want to be the fucking friend. I’m the kind of girl that guys make friends with ‘cause their girlfriend thinks that I’m safe. I’ve even had one of my friend’s girlfriends ask me to "make sure he doesn’t cheat on me" while she was out of town. And when one of my friends was talking about how paranoid one of our other friend’s girlfriend was, she said, "For God’s sake, she’s even weary of Anne!" I was standing right beside her then. It hurt… a lot. She never even realized what she did. But I’m just the friend and I’m going to have to accept that.
I am going to die alone, having never found love because no guy is ever going to accept me. I’m so fat and ugly… why do you think that I never put any pictures of me anywhere? I said that I don’t have much self-esteem, well that’s not quite true. I don’t have any self-esteem because I’ve seen mirrors. I see them an I just want to cry. Sometimes I do cry, like now, because I know no guy is ever going to love me. Sure, I’ve had a few boyfriends, but the only kiss I’ve ever had was just a tiny peck, and it felt as though he thought he was supposed to do it.
They were all wankers anyway.
I just want a guy who will love me. I’m not that picky, he doesn’t have to be gorgeous by any means, I just want him to love me. Too bad that guy doesn’t exist…
I don’t want to be just the friend any more…
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