2/01/2011

MY BODY ISN’T PERFECT. I DON’T WALK WITH CONFIDENCE. I GET INTO FIGHTS WITH MY PARENTS AND FRIENDS. SOME NIGHTS I’D RATHER BE BY MYSELF THAN OUT PARTYING. I CRY OVER THE SMALLEST THINGS SOMETIMES. THERE ARE DAYS THAT I GET THROUGH WITH FORCED SMILES AND FAKED LAUGHS. SOMETIMES I TRY TO CONVINCE MYSELF THAT THINGS ARE OKAY WHEN THEY’RE NOT. I’M NOT UGLY BUT I’M NOT BEAUTIFUL. I DON’T LOOK AS GOOD IN REAL LIFE AS I DO IN PICTURES. THERE ARE SOME NIGHTS THAT I CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP. I CONSTANTLY THINK THAT I’M NOT GOOD ENOUGH. I’M IMPERFECT, BUT I’M PERFECTLY ME.

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