I'm a conflicted contradiction. If I can't figure myself out, there's no way anyone else has. I'm sensitive. I care too much about what other people think. I'm insecure about every littlest of things. I'm not like those other girls who can do anything, eat anything, wear anything and be still be all flawless and perfect. I'm a perfectionist. I'm not perfect. But I'm under the pressure to live up with society's fucked-up definition of beauty and unrealistic ideal of perfection.
"I love you."
"I love you squared."
The Last Kiss. The Last Hug.
Suddenly, tears forming in my eyelids and came rolling down my cheeks.