You feel a need to laugh, when you can't. You feel a need to express when you have to hide. You do something that makes you sad just because there is something pushing you to do it. My heart cries for something that was never mine. I feel homesick for a place I have never ever been to. I miss the laughaholic me. I miss being crazily in love with myself and with someone who would do weird things I did once.
I don’t have bones, I have curves. I don't have bruises, I have scars which I have earned and well deserved. I have a past, which has taught me a lot
of things and has made me as strong. Some people love me for something and some hate for the same things.
I have done well and I have made mistakes. I love curling in bed on a lazy day
and not have a bath and only eat. I love working hard for getting the things I
want in life. I am random and crazy and moody.
But I am me. I don’t regret anything in my life. I don’t pretend
to be someone I am not. I make no apologies for who I am. If I love you, I’ll
do it with all my heart and soul into it. I won’t change the good me for anyone. I would do anything in the world for those people and will make them stay the last mile as well.
What if you feel bad for a mistake you never made? What if someone judges you for something that you can't even think about doing? What if things get dark when you were just looking at the bright? You need answers. You need justifications. You need clarifications. But what if you are the only one left to do that?
