What Is The Point Of Living When You Know You Have To Wake Up Everyday To The Same Routine

I Stare At Him From Table To Table
He Always Looks
But Never Return His Smiles

Look Beyond The Body , Hair , Eye , Makeup
And Realise
No One
Should Be Treated Any Different

People Shouldnt Judge Without Knowing

What Is The Meaning Of Life If People Dont Take You The Way You Are

I Can Hear Them All Talking Loud I Get Even Scared To Walk Past Even Tho Its Only My Best Friend

I Cryed You A River But In The End You Wouldnt Be ABle To Swim In It

I Dont Need To Blend Or Wear Makeup To Make Myself Pretty Because People Cant Change Me

Im Sitting Here And Think About Why Do People Take Pictures And Then I Realise I Only Thourght That Because I Never And Now I Regret Every Moment Of Forgetting You </3

I See You Looking From A Distance But I Cant Stand To Give You A Glance Otherwise People Would Think Things And Im Not Type Of Girl </3