It is. Not really. But really.
I wish it were. Genetics is nothing more than a sadistic roll of the dice. And I got snake eyes.
Sophie, you beautiful girl. I'm sorry I can never meet you.
It starts with a thought.
It multiplies, like a virus,
making you hate what you
see inthe mirror.
From there, you rationalize.
You tell yourself that true beauty
lies within, and you stay in
bittersweet happiness, instead of happinessonly.
But it doesn't stop there.
The thoughts burrow deeper,
whispering in your ear:
you aren't what your pictureshows.
And then, you make a choice.
So I finally did it. I'm almost a VIP. o.o Hasn't happened since 2005.
... God, I feel old.
In other news, I'm going down to So. Cal for about two weeks for Christmas vacation. About time, too, I miss all my friends. So I'll be gone until the fourth or so.
I'll miss you guyyyys! ^-^
I was in the line at lunch today, and I was watching the people in the line, mainly out of boredom. My eyes eventually fell on two guys, talking about nothing in particular, just talking, and laughing. They seemed like they were really good friends. And I realized I never really had that. In my entire life, I've had, like, two actual boy friends (not boyfriends. I haven't had any of those, sadly). And even then, all we ever did is just play video games. I knew next to nothing about their lives.