I was crying everyday. My body hurts so bad and my inside was trembling. I don't have anybody to talk to, because the idea of talking to somebody else makes me pity myself more.
If I lay down on my bed, I will think about it again and the idea of being perfect. Perfect, huh? What is being perfect? Is it where you have everything? The looks, money and love?
I have flaws, like a lot, so I'm not the best definition for perfect. People told me that I'm pretty, have that curvy body and almond shaped eyes. I'm not that smart but I know things, I mean I was good with my academics in school and still good with it, you know what I mean? I'm an average.
My family? Oh they are in the middle class. We have money, but not as much as those rich people have. We can buy what we want and what we need.
Believe me, I have flaws. Well, that's what he said.
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ChickLit"Love me, just.. love me, like you used to." I cried, feeling that my world is shattering. ****** Is there a time that you feel like nobody wants you? nobody likes you? and nobody loves you? Well, for Astrid, yes, ALWAYS.
