Frequently she forgot about herself the things she needed barely even occurred to her Instead of herself she remembered for other people and there needs it's as if she didn't matter to herself at all
Why is it that being childish is always discouraged why can't people embrace the child inside them why can't people just see the magic around them like a child does why can't people love a the little things of this world
When she looked at her reflection all she could do was poke and **** pick apart her Beauty she couldn't help but stare at the vast imperfections to her the beauty was hidden beneath a mask of doubts and anxiety