Dream Girls

it's times like these when you wish you were someone's dream girl. when you wish that someone cared about you in that sort of way. that your words were perfect, along with your face; or at least some part of you. that you had some kind of talent that would make him notice you, but right now you're almost as talentless as someone can get; minus a few exceptions. you're not pure, not perfect. you've had your share of ups and downs, more downs than ups lately, but who really cares other than your close friends? one by one, you watch as they march off with someone else, and come back to you either discussing problems or telling you how much they like each other. it's nice to hear for a couple minutes, until the jealousy and sadness start to kick in. until there's nothing more at that moment you want than to be with someone; to feel how much they like you. but right now, that someone isn't out there. they haven't been for a while. it's been so long since you've felt his touch, and now all you want to do is build over it and go back and erase it. and it was so long ago, new opportunities haven't popped up since then. how can you build your life on opportunities when there's nothign to build on? you look at their girlfriends, who are all so pretty and appear to have so much going for them. every glance is another reason to notice flaws in yourself, the ones that only you seem to see.