On Parties.

[frenchfriedeggs]

I reek of vodka, noone wants me (not even drunk-girl-stalkers or the Jew next door), and i feel ill and like I *should* feel more attractive than I do. I wasted the effort of looking nice and of flirting and of caring what people think. I don't want to feel like the desperate ugly friend. I may or may not cry again now.

That's two weeks in a row.

Comments

[bredalot]

I, too, always feel like the desperately ugly friend, even when I know I look good. Even when I know I look better than (at least) half the people I'm with. How is it that no one hits on me? No one? It's horribly depressing.

I mean, even when I don't want them, I want them to want me. Which is kind of vain and selfish, but hell, I don't care anymore.

Yay us! We have our fabulous intelligent adorable personalities, and if guys don't want us, well, they don't deserve us. (At least, that's what we tell ourselves.)

[smartercynic]

Caring what people think is surprisingly overrated.

We should talk this weekend.

[not_there_yet_4]

I know what you mean . . .