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Everyone's always going on about their happy endings and the love of their lives...
But what about me?
Where is my happy ending?
Where is my prince?
Is it because there's no room for me in the world?
Is that it?
Or is it because everyone is so goddamn superficial that they can't see past my ears?

What about my mother ******** one true love, huh?
Where does he come into my life?
When I'm in college?
When I'm dead?
I'm not ready to ******** wait that long for it.

No one cares about little me.
No one cares because I don't have a nice a** or big enough boobs to fit there standings.
No one cares because I'm different than them...
No one has ever gave a s**t about me...
No one...

I'm just Trin.
I'm just the outcast...
Banned socially because I haven't experienced true ******** love yet.
Banned because I'm still a ******** virgin.
Banned because I haven't kissed a guy.

I'm Trin...
And my happy ending is ******** over.
I lost that chance a long ******** time ago when everyone's superficial standards rose
I lost that chance when I chose better friends over popularity.
And I'm glad for that

But you know what?
I'm so ******** sick of being the Trin who gets told that she's not pretty enough
That she doesn't have the boobs or the a**
Or that she has to get rid of her 'ear problem.'
I'm so ******** sick of having to put on an act to pretend like I'm okay with being single.
Because I am far from it.
I feel so left behind, it's not ******** funny.
And I hate myself for not being more up to the superficial's standards.
I hate myself for doing that...
But it's true.

And yeah, I know that I can be pretty when I feel like it.
But why is it that my happy ending is depending on wether or not others think I'm pretty enough?
Why is it that I have to wait?
Why is it that no one cares about who I am?



If you haven't noticed, I'm having a really big emotional break down right now...no, this didn't really have a meaning. I just had to get it out of my ******** system so that maybe, just maybe I can stop ******** crying.

Oh, and to all you assholes who say I can't make it. I can. And when I'm famous, you can all kiss my a** for all that you've reprimanded me for. My entire life, I've spent having the thoughts of 'what if I was prettier?' running through my head...