Cecily likes to read, listen to music, and play video games. She's 14. She also enjoys anchors, and wearing cardigans.
It was a spur of the moment thing, saying I love you. I'm not sure if I meant it, mean it. I'm not even sure what I feel for you, felt for you.
I still think you're beautiful, reguardless if you don't fit what society thinks is 'beautiful'. You'll always be beautiful to me..
I crave the feeling you get after you finish a book.
I didn't know 'forever' meant, 'untill I find someone better.'.
I want to leave this place i'm in. I want to run and never look back. I want to walk away and leave this all behind. I want to enjoy the journey to where I'm going.
I look at my reflection. I don't see anything I of value. I see a a girl who's been molded into what everyone else wants her to be.
You told me be honest, but when I was, you didn't like it. Did you. I'm not going to comfort you with lies, i'm going to do exactly what you told me: Be 100% Honest. I was, and now you hate me.
Remember that when you're trying to forget me. I was the one who helped you, not them. They left you, they broke the promises. I haven't broken mine. I did everything for you.