I am and forever will be insecure, about my body, my life and me. That's the way I function I can't help it. I would look at the girls who would walk by, they had everything I've wanted, boys, popularity. There body was perfect, skinny, a face that only a sculpture could make.
And there was me...
The fat girl sitting alone in the corner of the lunch room, the one that was admiring girls that were 10x as beautiful then she would ever be. The one that cuts her pain away, making new scars day after day. Stumbling and falling. The one that's starving in hunger so someday she would be like them. Yet that would never happen, because the smile she once had is gone, because the smile was flooded with insecureness, and sadness. She wouldn't ever be happy.
Because she won't be there to see that when she looked at that boy with suck care-ness that would be him, looking at her like he's the only thing he's seen. Because when she's crying at night slowly falling at rock bottom on how she won't even find and be loved, he was sitting outside thinking about her. Yet she won't ever realized that she was wanted, that she belonged in someone's heart.
She won't be there to see that when she left, there was still a piece of her stuck in someone's heart. Making him feel,
Insecure.
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WARNINGS!
There will be, Smut, Foul Language, Physical Violence and most of all tears.
I'm sorry!
This is my story with my ideas and Characters (SIKE I wish) If main plot stolen there will be a punishment,
ENJOY!
-BT
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RomanceI am and forever will be insecure, about my body, my life and me. That's the way I function I can't help it. I would look at the girls who would walk by, they had everything I've wanted, boys, popularity. There body was perfect, skinny, a face that...
