Honestly if I had the body I wanted I’d probably dress like a slut Im just saying
"I can see that the sadness has returned. And it’s not a beautiful sadness - beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain."
"I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness."
"I hate this feeling. Like I’m here. But, I’m not. Like someone cares. But, they don’t. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here."