I'm in love with two boys, have 124 new followers on Instagram and was in Budapest two weeks ago. I snap selfies for ten boys at the same time and know very well how to arrange the makeup every morning. Every single fucking morning before school. The boys call me hot, the girls stare, and I feel prettier every year. I'm a doll, for them to stare at and love and girls to either befriend or judge. Mum has told me she can't bear to hear more about my social life, so I push her away. She asked about it, but she is still annoyed by it. It is impossible to please her. So I please myself. Meet every situation head on, folks!
Listening to I Want You To Love Me by Fiona Apple on my way home from seeing my biggest crush of all time in church, it was raining. A car almost drove me over, and I almost let it. I need him. I thought love was a pretty thing. But it's a bloody one. Hearts really are the right metaphor.
Happy halloween. I'll be dressed up as a deer, pink angel or your future wife. His future wife.
Kiss kiss, Lenna
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