No Wonder They Hate Us
Cristinalicia. Harry Potter. Theater. Hellokitty. Big cities. Long nights. Owls. X-mas sweaters. Baking. Smiles. The smell of rain. Falling in love with a good book. Polka dots. Dance. Cuddling. Giraffes. Dorky. The smell of books. Big eyes. Train rides. Coffee. Music. Big sweaters.

I’m so stupid how did I let my self believe that last night  he could of actually liked me.

I really thought he liked me, I…

I must be the stupidest person on the plant to believe that silly me,

who would like me?

I don’t even like me.

I don’t blame him, you know

who would want to be with a girl like me?

I hope him and his skinny, better, than me girlfriend all the happiness in the world.