Too Young.

Too Young.

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Jul 5, 2016
He is everything I want. But to Him I'm not. He's such a nice person to me But I'm such a bitch to him. Maybe that's why. Maybe that's why he doesn't like me the way I like him. Maybe that's why he doesn't get the butterflies in his stomach when or if he thinks about me. Or maybe, just maybe, it's because of the age gap. Maybe it's the fact that I'm younger than him by a couple of years. Maybe it's the fact that our shitty society frowns upon people in relationships that have age gaps. I wish he knew how I felt. I wish my friends knew how I felt instead of them telling me how wrong it is. I wish that they understood. I wish that he understood. But he doesn't. And they don't. But he is still everything I want.
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Ana

Life as a child was amazing. Your weight didn't matter. Your clothes didn't matter. Your parents money didn't matter. All that mattered was who you were going to play with, but that's all gone now. My sister hates me, my mom has no time for me, and my dad, well he left me. My life has been one whirlwind after another. Except I'm content with it, till it all comes crashing down. Every television, billboard, and magazine is covered with models. Models that are supposed to be role models, for us. Perfect face, perfect body, perfect life. I have none of those things. All my life I've never cared that I was over weight, and didn't wear makeup. Who knew a boy could change all of that? That's when I decided to starve myself, force myself to look like the girls in the magazines. Who knew all I was doing was slowly killing myself? Life likes to play games, except my game is called Ana and I don't think I will survive. (unedited) Cover by: MadHatter_25

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