II hate living like this, I hate being so desperate.W hate doing this. I hate looking for people and screaming for attention everytime I see a boy.
hy do I feel like everyone is all ahead of me? Why do I constantly feel like I am the one being left behind?
Its rounded red body, black spots, oversized fenders, huge headlights, chrome grille, and tiny windows give it the appearance of a cartoonish ladybug on wheels.
This, surprisingly, is not romantic. I fear the abandonment of my friends, who I know will not leave, but I am sure they will. The chances of them finding cooler people than me are extremely high. I fear the day the realize this.