Jealous of people with companion.
Jealous of people in love.
Jealous.
Jealous.
Jealous.
I just couldn't hold myself together.
Remembering the last time I felt love from another person.
Remembering the last kiss I had.
Remembering having someone to talk to anytime.
Remember.
Remember.
Remember.
Even the people I have no interest in don't talk amongst themselves about me.
The poison of words bitten deep inside me.
Am I really not that attractive?
Am I really not a good person?
Am I really not the type girls would go after?
Am I?
Am I?
Am I?
What's wrong with the world?
At least be nice and reply.
At least they say hi to me.
At least wave at me to say hello.
At least talk to me online.
At least....
Like me.
I admit I have problems maintaining a conversation.
I admit I'm shy.
I admit I'm afraid.
But why do good things happen to other people?
Why do I always get the messed up part?
Why...
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