23 April 2012
I sit here, silhouetted on my bed. I pull my brush through my lush, blonde hair, while I look in my mirror. I flash a smile, and keep brushing my hair. I run my fingers through my hair. Soft and sleek. I keeping looking in the mirror. I stare into those dark, blue eyes that are sometimes chilling. But I admire myself. I'm not conceded, I'm just trying to find myself. I try not to care about being perfect, but it's hard when you're always being judged. And yeah, yeah, "don't care about what people say." Sure it's easy to SAY, but it's hard to actually DO. Because, who wants to be taked as 'that weird girl'? I'd prefer not to be that person, so maybe "being myself" isn't going to help the rumors.
For now I'm just going to lie my head down and try to get some rest...
Myself • Opuss № I