I hate my stomach and my thighs. I hate my hair and my teeth. I hate how my clothes look on me, I hate how much make-up I wear. I hate my voice. I hate how I talk to people. I hate my personality. I hate that everything gets to me and I care too much. I hate that I'm never smart enough. I hate that I'm not enough for anyone. I hate that everyone leaves me. I just want to be everything that I'm not.
perchè dobbiamo guardarci da lontano quando potremmo tenerci per mano?
Il mio problema è che, nonostante tutto il male, ti abbraccerei ancora forte.
Ora che ho comprato tre libri sto veramente apposto
spero di non rimanerne delusa,oh che bello