give'r a read.

i read this today, and i don't wanna say much about it.

however... i think it's true, and i was surprised as to how much i can relate to it:

"I guess this is growing up. Tear stained pillows every night, staring naked at yourself in the mirror, waiting for that text that will never come, wishing for impossible things, like a thinner body or a pretty face. Growing up is feeling self-conscious enough about yourself to break down crying in the school bathroom and the horrible panicking that comes when you realize that you left your makeup at home, when your mum is screaming at you about school, your friends and you just can’t do anything right. And that one boy that will always have your heart and you will try anything to forget him and get over him but all he does is make you cry. I will never know if its just me that is passing time like this, so painfully. Or am I just crying about stuff that everyone else is brave about."

yeah. just some food for thought?

smellyalata,

monstuur :)>