I'M OVER HER

So Once Upon A Time, I used to aspire to be like one of my friends. She's gorgeous, plain ol' has one of the best bodies ever...and I just always wanted to have what she has. I'm over the shallow-ness that my mind has conceived. I'm over trying to be something that i'm not. I'm over her.

This is mainly because she isn't as cool as me. There I said it. All I had to do was spend a mere 15 minutes with her to see that I was much happier being me. I no longer aspired to even look like her, because I realized that me is maybe not better, maybe me doesn't look better, maybe me can't fit into her kinds of clothes, and maybe me can't get the looks that she gets, but I'd wayy prefer me.