Where did we get the idea that being pretty and skinny is gonna make us happy?
Where did we get the idea that the more guys that want us = the happier we'll be?
Because it's not true. None of that is true.
If anything ... I'm less.
I really miss the days when none of that mattered to me.
I miss the days when I didn't freak out over a zit.
I want to go back to the days when I didn't worry about how many calories were in that slice of pizza I just ate. The days when I didn't even care if that cute boy in my English class noticed me or not. Yeah, I wanna go back to those days ...
when I truly was happy and care-free.