you’re not what you look like. you’re the music you listen to, the shows you watch, the art you make, the flowers in your hair, your favourite blanket. you’re not the pimple on your nose or the pudge on your stomach. You’re not your thighs or your teeth. you’re the colour of your hair, you’re your favourite band, you’re the mismatch socks you wear and your favourite sweater. You’re what you love, you’re not what you look like or the body you are in.
i feel like i am only existing. i want to be living. i just constantly feel like i’m missing out on everything someone my age should be experiencing. having a tight group of friends, real love, endless nights. there’s plenty more. i feel like something’s holding me down and i’m wasting my life away and before you know it it’ll all be gone.