I'm envious of all you girls who are pretty. Sure, I'm cute, but I'm cute in the way that a stuffed animal is, completely in a non-sexual way. I hate all of you beautiful girls who talk about getting fat because of a slice of pizza, who lament not having a boyfriend when great boys like them, and they won't recognize it because the boys aren't popular enough, or rich enough, or dressed in the best clothes. I'm envious of girls who are beautiful and don't realize it, who are stunning, or are even just pretty. Because I'm stuck being "cute," like a child's toy.
Confession posted on 03/29/2003