I want you to look through my epidermis.
I can’t remember her face.
I can’t remember her hair or her clothes, I know she was short, but how short?
I’m sick, I’ve been getting sicker for weeks, and I called a girl up and asked her to go for some coffee (I don’t even drink coffee) and she said she was too busy, and that I could go to her bible study that happens after New Years.
I wrote a poem about her the other day to myself, for fun because it was bad, and I described what she looks like, and I can’t remember anymore, and it makes me upset because I felt like
Why am I upset? Because I feel ugly.
((hug)) You’re beautiful…just the way you are.
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Don’t talk about your self like that please. It’s ok. Coffee isn’t that great if the company isn’t that great either. I’ll call you.
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