sometimes, I just wish I was pretty enough. pretty enough for being a friend, pretty enough for being a lover, pretty enough for being a perfect daughter, pretty enough in everything, even for being alive. also for being my self.
sometimes, I wonder how it feels to be called as beautiful for being myself. For the way I am, like, beautiful in and out.
I am not saying I wish I was one hundred percent perfect. just pretty sure people get to see me the way I am. not that 'pretty' the way I look by appearence.
and I, apologize to everyone who I ever met. for every inch of my part that most of the time makes you barely breath for every inch of my skin that makes you worry a lot and try to get rid of it for every inch of my touch that left scars on yours