Sometimes I have those kinds of lonely dreams where all I chase throughout the whole thing is a simple, loving, trusting kiss. Sometimes, I lay in bed staring at my ceiling and feel bad because there's obviously something wrong with me, that no guy has ever looked at me as someone to have a crush on. It has nothing to do with beauty. I'm not ugly. I just think that people can sometimes feel things, and what people feel about me is that I am not good. In so many ways.