Issa Kween 💜

“Don’t brush off those inspirational posts you see. You are not the exception, those messages are for you. You are strong, you are brave, you can get better, and you will get better when you take the initiative.”
          
          

Sometimes your best isn't enough

Names

Selene

Veronique

I want a movie or book where a girl/guy has moderate to severe acne as the main character.
          And I want them to show what we have to go through. Bathroom routines, foods we stay away from, the special type of confidence that we have to have to even walk out our front door knowing that we’re all puffy and red and have bumps all over our faces.
          I want them to show how insecure we are to look at people directly when we talk or when people touch our face.
          But then I want them to have a crush on someone. A bad crush. A skin deep, heart racing, palms sweaty type of crush.
          Over time, the crush sees the personality of the acne-cursed person, and all the flaws don’t matter.
          I just want to know that there’s hope.

SOME CHAPTER TITLE IDEAS
          
              Grumpy Beginnings 
              You Won’t Believe This False Hope 
              Hallelujah, My Ass
              Don’t Read This
              Why Couldn’t It Be Mini Golf?
              I Wish I Was An 19th Century Immigrant Confusing the French With My Excellent Cross Dressing 
              Two Birds, No Stone. Please Don’t Kill My Birds. 
              The Endless Darkness and Mystery of the Ocean is Becoming a Bit Tempting to Dive Into Now 
              He'a Like Art. Terrible Art, But Still, Art
              The Sun Can Fuck Right Off 
              So Maybe I’m Not Okay
              Cupid Screwed Up
              Error: Fucks Not Found
              I May Have Killed A Guy
              Why Do I Do This?!
              Finally I Can Be the Comedian I’ve Always Dreamed to Be
              I Cheated Death and He Wants A Divorce
              No Touchy Please 
              Feel My Wrath and Extreme Self-Doubt 
              Les I’m Miserable 
              I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butt 
              I’m Trying To Be Serious I Swear 
              Where’s Colin Firth When I Need Him the Most 
              Important Information: He’s Not Happy
              Uh Oh
              Note to Self: Don’t Do It You Son of A 
              You Caught Me Singing on Broadway 
              Firecrackers and Actual Crackers 
              Umbrella, ella, ella, ellAH! 
              Coffee Times Ten 
              Gingers Are Vampires: The Story of How A Group of Bitter Vegetables Stole My Blood 
              Somebody Once Told Me the World Was Gonna Kill Me 
              Paint Me Like One of Your French Girls, Cock 
              ‘Get A Job’; I Say, Unemployed
              Okay, Time To Be Serious
              Ed Sheeran Wouldn’t Treat Me Like This
              Shush Demons
              I Should’ve Stayed In Bed
              Leave Me Alone Punks
              Time For Murder
              Crapbag
              I Love My Friends
              I Met Abraham Lincoln
              Best + Bitter = Better
              Cue The Beat Drop

I am not the kind of girl
          That people fall in love with
          My smile doesn’t melt hearts
          Or create butterflies
          No one sees me and thinks
          “Wow, isn’t she something?”
          And when I smile I hope he’s watching
          And I hope that it’ll change
          And maybe he’ll see that I’m happy
          And want to make me feel that everyday
          And maybe he’ll fall for my smile
          The same way I fell for his
          But when I laugh he just laughs at me
          And how my eyes squint different shapes when I smile
          And my face falls just a little
          Just enough that he won’t notice
          And my blue eyes lose a bit of their sparkle
          But it’s not like he’ll even see
          Because his eyes are falling in love with someone else
          His eyes that obliviously hold my whole sky
          Are gazing at her
          And my eyes are a river
          Flooding out every night
          And never quite as full as they once were

Thanks for the follow❤❤

School starts tommorow. Ugh