Turn around Bright Eyes

every now and then i fall apart

loser

She said something, and I have a feeling that it's NOT GOING TO BE ME. Dammit. I hate not being picked.

Do I have to settle being average for the rest of my life?

Damn.

And then I feel guilty for breaking the lunch date with Ira so late. I SO want to go.

I pretty much feel like a loser at this point.