I'll never be chosen.

I'll never be the one people run to, or write ballads about. I've always been good enough to fuck, but never good enough to love. I thought I was funny, loving, loyal, and caring.. but I've always thought I was just to ugly to ever be loved, nice enough to pity fuck for sure.. but love.. you've got to be joking. But then people try REALLY hard to convince me that I'm beautiful, but if its not my looks...

 Then why am i so awful?

I try to act like it doesn't effect me, but really I am so far gone in my life and convinced of my horridity that I haven't even LOOKED at a guy in 7 years. I don't bother. 

Just me, my computer, my nails and my cats

Don't worry, it's probably just too much Netflix