I often read back the words i wrote, Just to feel the emotions and feelings embedded between the letters, once more. I read them again and again, often enough to realize that many pieces of mine are filled with self-hatredness, yet still seem so selfish. Which is weird. It feels so self-centred and self-serving, despite its negative phrases and expressions used to define...

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It's a fact that i'm not "pretty", It's a fact that i'm "fat", It's a fact that i'm "plain" and unentertaining, It's a fact that i'm not "smart" nor an intellect. I don't have big eyes, with long pretty lashes, Nor do i have slim legs, nor s-line and v-shape. Nor am i funny, cool and quirky, Nor am i an elite student...

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that's not Anna. an awkward silence filled the air. we were sitting in front of each other, outside in my backyard, at my outdoor dining table. he looked exactly how he used to look like five years ago, back in high school. his style didn't changed much, he's wearing a white t-shirt with a navy blue varsity on top, black pants and a...

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