i am myself cant anyone tell how much that excites me, to be me and not like everyone elas who trys to be perfect, but what about me, where do i fit in, in all of this mess, in my mind there is a box around me, sheliding me from everyone elas, makeing them not see the person who i really am. would they think i am ugly or not even look my way for being the person i really am. should i try and make them truely understand?

by alicia wattss

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