Like all stories, there's this guy. And i maybe kinda like him? He's really cool, and just plain awesome, and talking to him, i feel happy =] only problem is...I'm not pretty.. and he just probly sees me as a friend. but hes nice enough to talk to me, so i guess i should just be happy. And i am :] he brightens my days, and is overall greatness. But i bet he likes someone else, someone pretty, someone who doesnt have to badger her sister to borrow a guitar, someone who pulls off the prettied colored hair i do. Ahhh, this just sucks. And i think i repeated myself at least five times..