I’m not the beauty. I don’t get any superlatives. They only described me as cute. And I don’t know if i’ll take that as a compliment. “CUTE” is such a safe description. They don’t wanna offend me by telling me I’m ugly. They don’t wanna lie by telling me I’m pretty. ~__~
May 10, 2012
At the same time when the rain poured down, tears I’d tried to control flowed from my eyes. I lie in bed and burst into tears, thinking this would wash away what I feel. I stared afterwards at the reflection I see in the mirror. Even time faded, the scars remnant in the face.
Thisknee Land 