hi..
it's me.

i hate sushi,
i hate vanilla ice cream,
i hate caviar and oysters.

******-clad lips,
i'm picturing a tall and handsome guy,
with dark blue or green eyes,
brown or ***** blond hair and
smile that can melt a butter as hard as stone,
a body that is too beautiful...
a model.
but is he kind? caring?
maybe he likes girls who are skinny, beautiful...
a size 0 or 2 or 4.

me...it's me.
a size 8 girl who loves to eat.
some tell me i'm thin.
but mom always tell me that i'm not fat...
but not thin either.

i want him to kiss me.
my first kiss...
i don't know.
will it happen?
i want it to...badly.

where will we meet?

my imagination is running.
i'm...desperate.
there. i said it.
i'm...starving.
for attention, for affection.

i'm ugly. i know i am.
i'm not good enough.
i will never be good enough.
i'm not worth it.
i'm not worthy of receiving love.

but if it isn't meant to happen...
then it's not gonna happen.