I want to find out who I am.
Because who I am is not who I want to be.
But of course I want to be pretty.
And friendly.
And sociable.
And outgoing.
And happy.
And charming.
And alluring.
And someone that you want to fall in love with.
And someone who you want to get to know.
And someone who can light up a room.
But that’s not possible.
It’s like a worm wishing he was a butterfly.
Beautiful things need beautiful souls.
And my soul is just like me.
Ugly.
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