So, you know how, in Misfits, Simon Bellamy initially turns invisible because people ignore him?
Well, yeah, I know how he feels. Because in true cheesy teen flick, true wallflower fashion, I am invisible. Like Jenna from Awkward. Only, you know, without the accident and the suicide allegations.
Just there but not really there. Sometimes I say something that sounds so badass and cool in my head and somehow manage to make everyone glance at me with that look of disdain - or am I just paranoid? - and keep up with their much more interesting conversation.
I think it's because I just can't stand solitude. I really want to be in the company of someone - anyone, really - and then fade into the background. Neither hair nor boys are included in my favorite conversation topics, but I can manage fading in the background and tuning out most of it.
God, I'm awkward.
