I've never liked my body.
There has always been something wrong.
My arms, my tummy, my legs.
It's probably just because I know how to make my body look good, but once the skin is all out, the terror comes through.
This shall be the beginning of something new. I promise.
I'm unstable, but I'm managing.
I think I'm taking this all pretty well. The whole text 24/7 sorta thing.
Time is still needed to switch over to the phone thing, but hey, at least there's still contact somehow.
It's just hard to run to someone who isn't really there.
Or to fall into hands that are just an illusion.
It's hard to help me when you don't know what's going on .
You are seriously a closed minded, selfish, unreasonable person.
I don't know how this will work in the future. You are horrible.
I wish you didn't do it. I wish I was better, so I wouldn't have pushed you into doing that.
I am taken as the possible regret.
I am the one who has changed into the selfish person who keeps on taking, so the person who keeps on giving.
I am the crazy one who was fooled, is fooled, and will be fooled.
I am the one who craves the past back, just to turn things around.
I am the one who has lost the complete innocence of love.
He is the love.
He made me believe in miracles.
He is my miracle.
He fooled me.
He made me realize to never expect from anyone.
He made me think I knew him.
He proved me wrong.
She is his dream.
She has always been a choice.
She became the bate of my nightmares.
She took him once I lost him.
She will always be in his heart.
Once a girl loves a guy, it's really hard to not forgive him. No matter what he does.
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