Everybody wants to be different, at least everybody I know, included myself. It pretty sucks realize that I’m not that different, not even close. I complain, grumble, and rug, like a crazy girl! I envy anybody that smarter than me, prettier, skinnier, richer, taller, and more success than I am! Geez, I wish I can switch the position! It doesn’t mean that I’m not grateful for who I am, but only if I could get more (what’s the difference? I know I know..). Sometimes I cry all day long, like 24hours of tears. I turn blue and become as weak as every protagonist, and I always feel sucked!
Can you feel me? I’m not a girl, not yet a woman!