gailbraith

It's funny how I attend art school, and I use this thing mostly to write. mostly because I know none of my peers see it. mostly because I know almost no one sees it. but that's fine. it's a good outlet for shameless self pity I guess. I'm moving in all directions, and thus nowhere at all. It was my first day back to class, and I broke up with Nate. Rather, he broke up with me, but I knew it was coming- kind of the same thing,I guess. The actual severing part was fairly alright- nothing dramatic, nothing unforeseen. It just wasn't working for him anymore, he either needs to be serious- which neither of us were really looking for- or just

I should expect this by now. Either too much or not enough, and these never correlate to the people I want them to. and it's a shame, how this never really hits me until I've finally got a moment to think- always a bit too late. I opt or sleep over a legitimate social life. It sucks, but I have things I have to do, a silly thing like loneliness will just have to wait. not that I really had a chance to cure it, really. Eventually, they'll notice that I'm only appealing in low lighting.

I'm not very cute. I'm not very nice. I don't have a shiny, bubbly, bright personality that people are immediately attracted to or enamored with. I don't have a tight figure, big boobs, feminine features. I have trouble investing energy in styling my hair or picking out clothes. I probably wouldn't love you, or make you feel like a man. In fact, I'd probably do the opposite of that.  Because Of what I do have, and what I am. I may not be cute or nice, but I'm smart, and reasonably honest. What my personality lacks in luster, the metal in my face makes up for. I don't have a beautiful figure, but I've got a strong body: one that lets me ride