I was lost in your eyes, because even the stars couldn’t shine that bright .
Fuck it live like you only have a day left, have fun, do something memorable, just take a fucking chance.
It’s so fucking easy, to tell someone
They are not fat, when you’re skinny.
They are beautiful, when you don’t wear make up and get told everyday that you are lovely. Thy should be more social, when everybody wants to know your name. Even nice words hurt sometimes, honestly compliments are good but when I over think I end up feeling worst then I did..
I hate it, being on the verge of tears. Feeling like my heart is racing a mile a minute and at the same time sinking in to my stomach. I don’t know what it is, everything I guess. I’m not saying I want to be perfect but I want to look in the mirror and actually think I’m beautiful. I want people to know who I am because I’m always the friend that nobody cares to know. I try to be happy, everyday. But, the truth is my insecurities are going to break me down to nothing. I hate it.