Maybe I could do better. Maybe I could be treated better. Maybe it wouldn't have to suck. Maybe. I dunno, I love my friends, but I'd never do that to anyone unless it was severe. I'd never bail or say I was coming and just not show. So guys don't give me excuses. I actually don't care anymore. One day I won't be in calgary. And soon enough it won't matter. I'm sick of being the wallflower. I'm sick of being unpretty. I'm sick of not being given a chance. And I'm sick of being alone.