If you are reading this, I just wanted to let it out…
I want to be the girl who he actually wants to be with. The girl with the perfect hair. perfect body, perfect smile. I want to be able to feel good in my own skin. I don’t want people to know my secrets. I don’t want any of what I have. i want to make my parents proud, but I cannot for I am me.
No matter how hard I try I always end up losing. I want to be the girl who has loads of friends and not a few who truly are flakes. I want to be the girl who has nothing wrong with her. I want to be the girl who’s only problem is trying to pick out what clothes to wear. I don’t want to be the girl who is constantly forcing herself on her knees because of hate. I don’t want to be the girl that sneaks off to a secret place where she can be alone with the pain. I don’t want to be the girl who has to force smiles, I wish they could be real.
In other words…I guess I want to be somebody other than myself.





