read a scrap today,copied from a friend's profile.he who was my anchor in bad times,had written to his brother-believe me She is not what her pics says...(read I am not pretty as my pictures).did I get hurt?well a part of me did.a part doesnt care.I cant change the way I look,I may not be ravishing beauty queen but I am okay,I like myself,I love myself.finally I do.I never did before but now I do.
but it is sad,isnt it?how a gal is forced to go through the pains of braces,gymnasium n all where a guy can be ugly as sin but Hey!!if hes in a good job thats all people will see,but not the same with the gals.okay now I am crying...so gotta go.maybe I am tired of people coveting beauty.I am tired of listening its important.I know it is.but I am tired.
That stupid orkut fortune was right--my dearest wish did came true.n I am shaken again.But now everything is different,everything is clear,I have got a clean slate.a lot of work ahead.
lot
.but
I will stand strong.coz someone needs me.
"...the whole world wants me to leave you,
But I still want to believe you...."
~lines from my own poem~
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