Love and beauty is a fucking illusional. I don't believe it anymore. I won't. Too much time has been wasted. Aspiring for something I can never be. Pictures and makeup. Editing. Fuck that shit. Everything's a lie. I don't trust mirrors. I don't trust pictures. I don't trust those snotty ass comments. I wouldn't believe it, if anyone would ever tell me that I'm beautiful. But luckyly that's not what life's about, right? Life's more than beauty. Life's more than that. I don't believe it anymore. I've come to realise I can only trust myself. I must attempt not to need anymore than that. Let go of the addictions. Beauty, love, fame, money.
I'm living inside myself. I aspire to find the happiness inside myself. Living with these beliefs could take me anywhere. I think I might hope to much. Expecting the unexpected, and waiting for the life I wish for. You go ahead girl. Show 'em what your made of.
I want to take a bike ride in the rain. Singing along to the sweet music playing in my ears.
Praise me, bitch
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