who knows why

I have about 100 words in my mind but none I can speak.

I want to be reckless.

I want to be perfect.

I wanna be finished with school and make my family proud.

I want my own family.

I want to run away.

I wanna cry and not feel guilty about it.

I wanna kiss the face of my creator.

Im just a girl with dreams I'm too afraid to go after because I may fail.

Oh how I hate you SUNDAY! You always do this to me.

Spin me around and turn me inside out.

I've been taking a lot of pictures of myself lately.

I'm starting to realize I'm pretty.

It makes me sick to my stomach.

Did this just happen? and why?

I don't want to be this.

I'm the girl the makes you laugh not the pretty one.

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