hi..
it's me.
i hate sushi,
i hate vanilla ice cream,
i hate caviar and oysters.
virgin-clad lips,
i'm picturing a tall and handsome guy,
with dark blue or green eyes,
brown or ***** blond hair and
smile that can melt a butter as hard as stone,
a body that is too beautiful...
a model.
but is he kind? caring?
maybe he likes girls who are skinny, beautiful...
a size 0 or 2 or 4.
me...it's me.
a size 8 girl who loves to eat.
some tell me i'm thin.
but mom always tell me that i'm not fat...
but not thin either.
i want him to kiss me.
my first kiss...
i don't know.
will it happen?
i want it to...badly.
where will we meet?
my imagination is running.
i'm...desperate.
there. i said it.
i'm...starving.
for attention, for affection.
i'm ugly. i know i am.
i'm not good enough.
i will never be good enough.
i'm not worth it.
i'm not worthy of receiving love.
but if it isn't meant to happen...
then it's not gonna happen.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC
hi..
it's me.
i hate sushi,
i hate vanilla ice cream,
i hate caviar and oysters.
virgin-clad lips,
i'm picturing a tall and handsome guy,
with dark blue or green eyes,
brown or ***** blond hair and
smile that can melt a butter as hard as stone,
a body that is too beautiful...
a model.
but is he kind? caring?
maybe he likes girls who are skinny, beautiful...
a size 0 or 2 or 4.
me...it's me.
a size 8 girl who loves to eat.
some tell me i'm thin.
but mom always tell me that i'm not fat...
but not thin either.
i want him to kiss me.
my first kiss...
i don't know.
will it happen?
i want it to...badly.
where will we meet?
my imagination is running.
i'm...desperate.
there. i said it.
i'm...starving.
for attention, for affection.
i'm ugly. i know i am.
i'm not good enough.
i will never be good enough.
i'm not worth it.
i'm not worthy of receiving love.
but if it isn't meant to happen...
then it's not gonna happen.
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