Cement Girl

My roomate posted about this today, but i'm thinking about the same exact things.

i'm actually thinking about how frustrated I am that in being myself, no boys are interested.

I often wonder if i wore makeup, or wore trendy clothes, had a giggly laugh, or a coy smile, how quick i'd pick up a boy. and the answer is all too obvious.

I tend to believe that I'm so much deeper and so much more fun than all of those pretty girls. But i'm probably wrong. That's what kills me.

I don't want to be stuck like this forever.

"I confess the changes
maybe i'm growing up
from the shoes on my feet
to the stench in my mouth
I'll remain transparent" -Embodyment