i'm sorry that...

... i'm not thin enough. i love to eat. i eat junk. i'm not like those stick-thin Annorexic girls who eat a stick of celery. Nor am i the kind who would puke everything out after eating. i've tried but i couldn't bring myself to.

... i'm not smart enough. yes i'm stupid, not bright. i would like to attribute it to my genes.

... i'm don't have dreams. i'm not like those who have paved a path for themselves. i choose not to think of it right now but i'll get on with it soon enough.

... i'm not demure enough. yeah tom boy, butch, watever. i can never be the sweet, batt-the-eyelashes-to-get-laid girl-next-door. i fucking aint that sorta girl.

... i can't dress well. i can see it in ur face that i can't. i dun dress well because i don't dare to. i'm scared that my 'fats' spill out, i'm scared that u'll start teasing me, i'm scared ur friends say something.

... i'm not that sorta girls who are talkative. i prefer to listen. i can do a fair share of talking but not all of it all the time. i dun like talking cock.

... that i'm not who you are wishing for.

... i'm not perfect.

so why are you still with me? i'm not smart, not funny, not pretty, not thin, not a smooth talker...why???