Whatever you are, be a good one
Since when did life become a competition and why am I always losing. I guess you can never beat out that blue eyed, blonde haired beauty everyone raves about. I love her too but stop shoving me next to her so you can pick out my flaws.
me: i'm cold
guys: shut up and stop complaining
pretty girl: i'm cold
guys: here take my jacket you beautiful little thing let's cuddle to transfer some heat to your precious little body so you don't get frostbite oh dear lord let this child be warm