We all ordered 6pc. chicken nuggets except for Skylar. I looked at her, she needs to eat. I haven't seen her eat at all.
Does she not like her weight? Maybe she hates herself?
But she is always so happy, there is no way that she could not like herself. I mean she has everything that someone could ask for.
A beautiful smile, sweet voice, wonderful body type, and she can actually say words.
No wonder no one likes me.
She is so perfect and I'm just............. Me.
I don't like myself that much either.
I grab my notebook and write that I'm going to go home, inviting them over for some homemade dinner.
I told that it would be around five thirty but they could arrive earlier if they wanted to.
They agreed and I went home.
Alone.
Like the little worthless piece of crap I am.