Its been so long since we talked,
I'm so exhausted,
I love writing online,
I think its easier to do something with anonymity than with everyone knowing who you are,
Sometimes I feel like a pencil,
If you press to hard then I'll break,
But when you sharpen me I'll slowly dwindle away,
I look at myself,
And everyday I say I look nice,
Doesn't matter if thats true or not,
Because I live in constant fear that I will doubt myself,
That I will find myself lacking,
That I'll become to embroiled in my looks,
That they will think I'm weak,
Or even that I'll inadvertently insult someone.
So thats why I don't where shorts,
I'm worried that I'll loose my dignity,
That I'll look petty or like a Barbie doll,
Its not shunned,
Its just that, Tabitha, a lot have things have changed since we last met,
I liked this one boy,
But he was to intimidated to talk to me,
Then he fell in love with a pretty girl,
She dumped him,
He cried on my shoulder,
But I wasn't sure he liked me.
Anyways his name is Jack.
He just got married with the pretty girl.
He wants me to go to his wedding,
I don't know what to do,
I am literally crying.
We haven't talked in years,
But I also don't know why I'm crying.
I'm dating this amazing boy named John.
He isn't handsome,
But he has a big heart,
Sometimes we'll go hiking together,
I honestly love him.
But I still have a problem,
What do I do with Jack?