Biebrova_holka

the one of those only reasons I am still alive is my parents. I am living because I don't want to hurt them. And it really hurts when they're saying I am always thinking only about myself. Its not true.

I am sometimes really embarrassed about my feelings. One day, I wrote them down and another day I am laughing about it. Even though I know, this is not funny. This is really how I felt. Alone. Left out. Hated. 
          And I know those feeling will come back one day but I am not admitting this to myself. I don't want them. I don't want to be scared everytime. I want to be happy. But how could I?

maybe I am just not too pretty enough. 
          Maybe I am just too shy. 
          Too loud. 
          Too fat. 
          Not friendly. 
          Maybe I am just not enough

I am the other woman. I always was, and I always will be. There's no doubt about it. No escaping, That's it. Just go with it.

přestala jsem psát česky. Mám nový účet kde píšu anglicky a je to odvar

tohle je tak ponižující

tak dlouho jsem čekala na tuhle etapu mého života a je to totální katastrofa

je mi 16 let a můj život je potupní

sweet sixteen

já a veronika se ti ted smějeme sragoro