i dont know how to love you
but someday when you remember
dont forget to tell me.

i'm so sorry i'm plagued with imperfections,
none like you

with hair that falls flat with curls
and that dress hanging limp on your skinny body.

Listen I am alone at a crossroads

I'm not at home in my own home

And I've tried and tried

To say what's on my mind

You should have known

Oh, now I'm done believing you

You don't know what I'm feeling

I'm more than what you made of me

I followed the voice you gave to me

But now I've got to find my own

listen.

today val was approached by a modelling agency.

which was very obviously a hoax.

maybe it wasnt.

but val was flattered, and she didnt want to turn the lady down.

it was shocking.

to val the most.

but to me too.

because they approached her, of all of us.

it made me feel ugly.

very fat, very ugly.

there i was, standing in my L sized skirt,

bought oversized cause of thunder thighs

in an unflattering shirt.

a huge bag

sandals,

and an unflattering hairdo.

what is wrong with me?

then i came home, and found out i wasnt offered

this survey/job?

thing that i applied for.

and realised it was only given to the people most

important to her.

and i wasnt on that list.

its hard to keep up with you.

cause with you i'm second best,

with you i'm your homework list,

with you i'm the helpline.

but i'm never the friend line,

never the first in line,

stepped out of your line.

i'm tired of playing queen b

of being the last to know things.

and not being beautiful.

because i'm like someone else.

branded by her, clothed by her.

i've become the second her.

no boy turns twice to look at me,

i cant even look at people

because i'm too embarrassed of myself.

somebody love me, please