May2
“ I pretend. I pretend like I can achieve my dreams, that I am good at things, that I don’t care what others think, that I don’t need a boyfriend, that I don’t need people’s acceptance, that I am okay with feeling left out. But really, I am just a little girl who wants someone to hold me and tell me everything is okay, and I am perfect, and beautiful, and talented. Why can’t you see? Or you? Why can’t anyone see ME? ”