
trashbinxoxo
I am what I am, what I isn't I'll never be
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I've known this girl since we were 11. We had went to the same schools, were in the same classes, everything. In the past I tried to talk to her and try to befriend her (cucked, I know) but I was retarded and ugly as hell back then.
Seeing my oneitis prom pictures after logging back into my old instagram account a few months ago killed me.
I was just curious to see what I had on my IG account from freshman year and I had forgotten that I had everyone's socials from my school.
(Mind you, no one gave me their socials because I was a nobody. I didn't exist to any of my peers. Teachers hardly knew my name. Trucel trait tbh)
Anyway I saw her posts. She was beautiful wearing some expensive dress that was at least a few hundred dollars. I would post her but that would mean doxxing myself since she was kinda popular.
While she was out there having fun, I spent my high school days alone in my room doing online school work because I had dropped out like a loser. And this was senior prom by the way. The last year of high school. It's over and I'm an adult now.
She'll be off to college with her friends and have some boyfriend that only sees her for her looks and I'll just be some weird black guy in her memories. That is if she even remembers me at all.
Seeing my oneitis prom pictures after logging back into my old instagram account a few months ago killed me.
I was just curious to see what I had on my IG account from freshman year and I had forgotten that I had everyone's socials from my school.
(Mind you, no one gave me their socials because I was a nobody. I didn't exist to any of my peers. Teachers hardly knew my name. Trucel trait tbh)
Anyway I saw her posts. She was beautiful wearing some expensive dress that was at least a few hundred dollars. I would post her but that would mean doxxing myself since she was kinda popular.
While she was out there having fun, I spent my high school days alone in my room doing online school work because I had dropped out like a loser. And this was senior prom by the way. The last year of high school. It's over and I'm an adult now.
She'll be off to college with her friends and have some boyfriend that only sees her for her looks and I'll just be some weird black guy in her memories. That is if she even remembers me at all.