Twelve years.. Twelve years of rejection. Twelve years of tears. I’m not at all confident in how I look, nor do I like any single aspect of myself. A single hair strand can define ones beauty, but me.. Nothing. I don’t find anything beautiful about myself. Not being wanted, recognized and liked by the opposite gender that I’ve ever even grow a little crush for makes it more clear to me that I’m not what they want. I will never be. Today, after seven months of not being noticed, he finally made it clear that I’m not the one he wants and I will for that matter never be the one he wants. No one understands what I go through, most of my friends have experienced the feeling of being loved by someone of the opposite gender. I’ve been rejected for twelve years and yet I still have hope for the next guy to show me that yes, I am worth something. I feel like a turned on cigarette not being used by anyone, and slowly getting closer to turning into ashes.I’m just a toy, that’s all.

Tired of the endless tears.