i am secretly very displeased with my life. i can almost say i'm unhappy.
girls with thin hips and plump lips are being mistaken for beauty even though nothing sacred will ever leave their mouths. tell them to go one day without painting their face because they might paint a masterpiece instead and they call me mad!
love has never once called me beautiful. i believed the word used to describe me was "cute". i never wanted to be beautiful anyways. i just wanted everyone to pretend i was.