Ayesha's party was huge. I felt really insignificant. And conspicuous. I realized how loud my laugh echoes. A lot of Ayesha's Pakistani relatives were there, and most of the women were gorgeous. So there I was, in my short v-patterened skirt, surrounded by these exquisite outfits made of all different colors and materials. :(

I've realized I'm never going to be beautiful. I'm always either "cute" or "pretty"... I mean, sure that's good and all, but who doesn't want to be gorgeous/beautiful?

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