Kiss me. Take my hand and stare eagerly into my eyes. Gently push me up against the wall, move in close so your body is pressed against mine. My heart flutters and my blood rushes because I know this is it, this is going to be our first kiss. My eyes say, “follow me to the ends of the earth” and all I want to do is be yours.
The Lines on our hands state that we are for Forever.
"The Lines on our hands state that we are for Forever"
""
i've been feeling insecure and paranoid recently.
not about him.
but about my looks and figure.
i dont feel good about how i look.
i know C will scold me when he reads this.
he'll think that i'm nutty.
and say that i'm pretty and curvy.
but i will still feel the same.

i dont feel pretty or slim at all.
i look at girls in jeans and i envy them so much.
they have skinny legs that seemed so nice.
i look at girls with bigger boobs
and i'm like why am i not well-endowed.
i look at girls with a slim face
and i go, "damn, i wish i was her."
i look at girls with sharp noses
and i want to go for rhinoplasty.
i look at girls with skinny arms
and all i see are flabs in mine.
why am i not satisfied with myself. ARGHH!
because of this matter, i'm stressed. wtf.

i want to look good and pretty for that boy.
i really do.
but i dont feel this way right now.
i feel ugly.


/before i go to sleep,
i imagine you by my side.
i love you, C
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