Thursday, February 18, 2010

My body isnt perfect, it is in fact so imperfect.
I dont walk with confidence, I looked down to my feet a whole lot.

I get into fights with my parents and friends.

Some nights I'd rather be alone than out with anyone.
I cry over the smallest things sometimes.

There are days that I get through with forced smiles and fake laughs.

Sometimes I try to convince myself that things are okay when they're not.

I feel ugly sometimes.
I'm not ugly, but I'm not beautiful.
I dont look as good in real life as I do in pictures.
There are some nights that I cry myself to sleep.

I constantly think I'm not good enough.

I'm imperfect, but I'm perfectly me :)
I just need someone to realize this.

I need someone to know when I'm faking my smiles and laughs.

I need someone to say, "Are you sure?", when I say, "I'm fine"

I need someone to actually understand what I'm goin through.

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what we could have been, 5:39 PM.

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