It's okay
You got a bad grade. It's okay you're not skinny &
have bright eyes & don't fit into size four skinny jeans.
It's okay boys don't whistle at you (I mean, you're
not a dog, are you?) It's okay that you're friends are
leaving, because if they were such good friends, they'd be
sitting with you, trying to not make you feel like s h i
t.
It's okay your parents shout at you, they're trying their best & I don't think they remember how it feels to be a teenager anyway. It's okay you feel as though you've lost yourself, everybody does from time to time. It's okay you're still searching for that missing part of you, we all are. It's okay to feel alone, but you must often remind yourself that you're not.
It's okay your parents shout at you, they're trying their best & I don't think they remember how it feels to be a teenager anyway. It's okay you feel as though you've lost yourself, everybody does from time to time. It's okay you're still searching for that missing part of you, we all are. It's okay to feel alone, but you must often remind yourself that you're not.
You
must remind yourself that you are beautiful, individual, a
replica of nobody else.
You are you && that's
d a m n well good enough for me.
You are you && that's
d a m n well good enough for me.
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high standards~~
it's all good