`Very interesting thought. I think about the song "Here comes tomorrow" by the Monkees where Davy sung about all the girls he loved then said, Look out, here comes tomorrow, wish I was some other guy, Look out, here comes tomorrow, Oh how I wish tomorrow would never come" He had to make a choice.
Me. So me. Sometimes I feel like if I text him and all he does is respond with little words he doesn't like me as much as I like him. So I try really hard not to text him and sometimes I just can't hold back so I text him anyway. ~Erin
I don't think I'm beautiful. At times I think I look pretty, but all it takes is a bad picture of me, seeing gorgeous girls, people pointing out my flaws and I start feeling horrible about myself. I try not to let people's opinions of me affect the way I see myself, but sometimes it's so hard. People tell me I'm perfect, gorgeous, pretty, beautiful, but they don't see what I see. I just don't see myself being good enough.