Mother Dearest: My thoughts that seemed too sad to keep to myself

Ask your friend which __ you are

I think I just want to be beautiful.

I want someone to draw me, so I can see what others see. No promises that it will be good, but at least I have answer.

"Ask your friend which ___ you are"

Oh god, please prove to me that I'm pretty. That my worries have been for nothing.

I'll still worry, but at least my friend thinks I am 12:04 am.

At least my friend thinks I am pretty, pretty like Once Upon A December in Russian.

At least my friend thinks that I give "clean girl aesthetic"

"Fairy pretty"

"Your month, your fantasy world"

"If your name is __"

"I made 5 of these. Whichever one you see first is your book trope"

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I am not a mosaic of all the people have loved. 

I am a scrapbook of what people have loved about me.