listening to avril lavigne and laughing at mysef since i like it.
she was my big idol when i was in sixth grade. aww.
todays deep thought: beauty
i have come to understand a thing about myself.
my life is al about looking good, about the surface of me.
thing is, i am ok with it, why shouldnt i be? i can be shallow and still be happy.
if i have a day when my clothes are ugly and not thought through- the day is ruined.
i just wrote to a girl about this and said ironicly that if i was in an accident i would rather want my legs to be cut off instead of my face.
and i realized, that was not a joke after all!
i would rather roll around in a wheelchair my entire life and have a pretty face,
than being fuctional in my body but with a mongoface.
what would you have chosen?
you are deeply disturbed biatch! if you don't have legs you will roll around in a wheelchair your whole life and even if you have a pretty face you will get really fat and everyone is going to think that you have some kind of disorder anyway.
SvaraRaderawhat about reconstruction!?!?!?
plastic surgery slumberparty wohoo
håller med dig!
SvaraRadera