I feel so
well jealous.
when I see girls so happy, so carefree..
wearing shorts, chilling with their friends,
big smiles on their faces, then there's me.
The girl who barely smiles anymore.
The girl who will forever be bound to wearing
long pants 'cause of the scars..
The girl whose gonna die before she
reaches an old age.
There's some days where I think,
why did I inflict this on my self?
then I think but I need it.
and even if I wanted to stop.
I can't. :(
