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So...
I hurt for absolutely no reason.
(Not talking about the sunburn, people.)
I just... give up.
There's absolutely no reason I should care about some freakin' celebrity who I'll never meet, and if I do, it'll be a handshake, an autograph, and then through the door, next person in line.
Do you see my point?
-sigh-
And then there are the people associated with the obsession.
The haters, the lovers, the crazy rabid fangirls, and the people who just want to be seen.
(My self included.)
But that won't happen.
I'm not good enough to be noticed by the real world.
Ten years from now, people will go back through their yearbooks and have no idea who the girl is who signed it and looks hideous in her photo.
No one will walk down the street, and come up to me saying, "Hey, you're Taylor Francis!"
No one will care.
The truth.
And, seeing as I'm nobody, there's no way I'll end up with the freakin' celebrity I'm talking about.
No way I'll meet him, or even see him in person.
And I'd probably react like everyone else, too.
The screaming for attention, the shoving, the crazed state of awe.
I don't want to be like that.
I want to be something more... but...
I'm me, no luck with that.
I don't want to blend in with the masses.
I want to be different...
The irony in this is I am different, just like everyone else.
Yes, I'll still google images of him.
I'll listen soley to his music.
His band.
Absorb random facts and quotes from his life.
Appreciate the rest of the band members.
But it's not going to make a dent in my life.
I'll die a nobody, too.
No one'll know, expect the people actually read the obituary.
And the only one I know who does that is my grandma.
Another twist of heart is age.
Why does every gorgeous guy in the world have to be at least twice my age?
Why? Why? Why?
I don't know.
I have no idea.
Yes, people say I'll meet an adorable emo guy at school and go obsess over him.
But I've given up on that.
Everyother one ended in... splat.
I can recall three... no, four times
Pre-K & Fourth Grade was one guy...
2nd was another.
6th was another.
7th was another.
8th was another.
And all I got was a broken heart.
And the realization that I better stick with celebrities, because they look better, and have amazing lives I can look up online, instead of bribe my friends to question random people.
So that's what I'll do.
And, I swear that if I end up falling for some nobody geek boy, I'll throw myself over a bridge.
Seriously.
I can't live with my disgusting self.
It's disgusting, and sunburnt.
There goes my gorgeous pale.
That was disgusting on me.
And I'm irish... and scottish... and italian... and russian german... and welsh.
Whee.
Well, let's thank my grandparents for the variety.

Y'know what's strange?
I'm supposed to be the pretty one.
How did that happen?
But I have noticed that there always is one gorgeous sibling.
(Take Criss Angel. Personally, he's the hottest. JD and Costa are freakeh.)
(I would use the Ways, but it might offend someone... -cough- But you're both gorgeous! biggrin DD Just... one of you appeals to me more than the other .__.;; )
(But you are both hot. xD)
I guess I am, compared to Morgue.
She has sharper features. And grey eyes. And the nice hair.
(Straight and blonde, but will one day be amazingly wavy and dark brown, courtesy of mother dearest.)
I have the rounder face. And blue eyes. And the strange brown wave mess.
(Apparently I look like my dad (in a good way)... so I guess that's his hair. -___-;; )