Pick Me Girl - Blog Posts
Me at 13: ugh all these girls are soooo drama, I am different. I don't even wear pink and listen to pop songs. I guess I am 'not like the other girls'.
*cringe*
Me at 17: loves pink, doesn't like jeans and wears dresses and skirts, watches chick flicks, listens to mainstream pop, worships Taylor Swift, waits for the MET gala every year, loves gossip, watches Chanel, Dior, Balenciaga fashion shows, watches video essays on celebrity culture and media, follows fashion historians, hates sports, hates video games, hates most "boyish" activities and wishes I was in a Jane Austen novel or a Nicolas Sparks movie.
Me: I guess I am the other girls I used to talk about
♡ this is a vent, not very coquette, but I need to say it or I’ll explode ₊˚⊹⋆
women I know constantly side with men without making fully thought-out decisions/opinions of their own. there is no reason you should immediately side with a man (or anyone for that matter) based on the singular fact that he may like you a bit more if you do. You are a person too; stand up.
No, this most obviously does not apply to you if you actually share those opinions though. Don’t try to get mad at me because you feel victimized when the one who put you in the role of the victim was yourself.
oh my god. I just realized, I am really living the y/n life. I’m incredibly short, sarcastic but shy-ish, and I work at a fucking library. I am y/n. the only thing I’m missing is silky long blonde hair up in a messy bun and purple blue coffee rainbow sky plant green elephant skin Lysol yellow orbs
I wish I had a best friend.
I wish I had a best friend but I can't tell anyone that because I have so many amazing friends.
But all of my amazing friends have best friends and significant others and they all have that one person who they put above everyone else and who puts them above everyone else too.
And it's not me.
And I wish I had a best friend.
No one talks about how lonely it is to be the third wheel in a friendship. Or the 11th wheel in a friend group
The people I consider myself closest to are best friends. They celebrated one of their birthdays without me.
I wished her a happy birthday and told her I missed her. She's in college, i haven't seen her since she graduated. She said she missed me too. But she didn't invite me to her party.
I wonder sometimes if my friends even like me. But then I remember that's silly. I know they love me. I guess they just don't love me as much as they love each other.
And God i know it has nothing to do with me. You can't control who you connect with. But for once I just wish it would be me!
Am I too much? Am I a pick me for wanting to be picked?
What's so wrong with wanting to be wanted?