I Wish I Was Someone Else

This thought runs through my head almost everyday. The idea that trading places with someone else just seems so tempting. I mean to see life on a different scale. To become the person you've always wanted to become. That to me is the...

If I was someone else, do I get to choose? And if I chose and a car or something kills me in an instant, was that a good choice? Would I recognize myself in the mirror? Would I have to lose weight to get into the pants I had on when I...

I wish I was someone who was beautiful... then people would love me. Inside and out. I didn't think I was ugly on the inside, but then someone will remind me that indeed, I am. It's not that I'm mean to others...no, just a pessimist...

I hate to be me. I hate to be born a portuguese, I am excruciatingly ugly, my face is awful, crooked nose, weird face, moles and beady eyes, i hate myself when i look at the mirror, i hate i was betrayed by the corruption in my country...

i have been latley intears because i cause people get in trouble. i wish i was never here or somewhere very speical with a guy to love me and hold me in his arms. i hurt myself everyday and i can't stop. i want a man that could...

A guy? HHmmm the only thing they can do that interests me is pee standing up and I'm sure if I try hard enough I can figure that one out. So who or is it what? I guess if I could be someone else it would be someone a bit more stable...

My life seriously sucks, i have had lots of seriously weird stuff happen in the past and i rekon i must be the most unluckiest person around - do tell me if you rekon you have had a worst life than me, i could do with a good laugh...

I am just .. so sick of being me. I don't like who I am. I Hate the way I look! I have a friend who is absolutely beautiful. I always think to myself, why cant I look like that?.. its not fair.. I wish I was someone else

Someone else,At times,That's what I wish,A calmer person,Not so uptight,The cause of this,A rough patch,Wish I could forget!

So, here I am. No makeup, wet hair, t-shirt. Spent another day wasting my life away at a job that I hate. Spent my night alone at home. Filling out job applications online. Hoping that maybe something else that's good will come around...

I wish that i was someone with no problems. I wish i was someone who didn't have to lie to themselves and others. I wish i was someone who designed their life to be what they want. I wish i was someone somebody loved and admired. I wish...

I guess for a long time now, i wish i was someone else...someone prettier more popular and not so emotional all the time. I'm kind of good at art and i wish i was alot better and more creative i guess. i really totally wish i wasnt...

I went to Home Depot recently while not being altogether sure that course of action was a wise one. You see, the previous evening I had prepared and consumed a massive quantity of my patented 'you're definitely going to crap yourself...

My dad died before I was 6 months old. My brothers constantly picked on me. I grew up feeling unloved. I ate my way into being the fat kid that nobody liked in school. I was sexually abused as a teenager. I gave up on ever being loved...

Life has dealt me some hard blows. I see people around me far better off and wish I could be someone else. It seems at times that no matter what I do, it just ends up being short. I feel looked down upon being who I am and just wanting...

Why do people insult me? Even at this website, I have gotten bad responses by some and it always makes me feel bad. People tell me I made stupid mistakes or just criticize me (directly or indirectly). Whenever this happens, I am always...

Why wasnt I someone else someone pretty and outgoing someone who didnt care what anyone thought and smiled the brightest. Had good grades and her makeup would never fade. A girl with a good sense of humor could make anyone laugh.
The...

Why do I have to feel this way? Why won't people accept me? Why won't I be believed? Why, why, why, why, why...

My dark eyes wander, taking in everything around me. The hot,dank smelling factory,the miserable people surrounding me. Their faces are all in angry scowls, glares that let you know they are not to be bothered. Every so often...