From disposible to a neccessity.
2 years ago
I’ve read other people’s entries, and for the most part, they all have an image they want to change, and even with these perceptions of themselves that they want to change, I envy them. Because at least they think they have images. I’m invisible, I mean, not completely. I have many friends, and people know who I am, but no one thinks I’m special. I’m especially nice, but I’m not the girl everyone has to know. The girl that everyone craves to be around, and yet even with that imtimidating dimeaner (sp?), she’s still welcoming. I want to be myself, but more so. I want to be wanted. I want to be needed, like oxygen, or food, or sex, or something.
