It’s okay you got a bad grade, it’s okay you’re not skinny and you don’t have bright eyes or fit into size four jeans.
It’s okay boys don’t whistle at you (I mean, you’re not a dog are you?) It’s okay that everyone around you is leaving, because if they were such good friends they would stick around to make you feel better.
It’s okay your parents shout at you, they probably don’t remember what it was like being a teenager anyways. It’s okay he/she doesn’t love you back because he/she lost the best person in the world, someone who loved them.
It’s okay that you feel as if you have lost yourself, everybody does from time to time. It’s okay that you are still searching for that missing part of you, we all are. It’s okay to feel alone but you must remind yourself, that you’re not.
You’re beautiful, loving, a replica of no one else. You’re you and that’s damn well good enough for me. Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.
My life is like a romantic comedy except there’s no romance and It’s just me laughing at my own jokes
that feeling when you spend all day drawing and nothing good comes of it
I WEAR MAKEUP BECAUSE I KNOW IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE.
Fuck you for constantly asking me why I wear so much makeup on a day to day basis. Fuck you for questioning my gender and asking me if I want to be a woman. Fuck you for making me feel bad about myself. Fuck you for thinking I use cheap foundation. Fuck you for never having my right shade. Fuck you for telling me my makeup is too much for the workplace. Fuck you for saying I shouldn’t wear makeup. Fuck you for saying “guy’s won’t find this attractive.” Fuck you for saying I look so much better without it. Fuck you for thinking the only reason I wear makeup is because I’m insecure. Fuck you for thinking men shouldn’t wear it. Fuck you for clocking my chin contour, I tried motherfucker.
My face is beat everyday and if you shame me one more fucking time about the pigments I decide to slather all over my face that day I will legitimately whoop your ass.
I have no desire to do anything.
I don’t want to talk to anyone.
I just want to sleep.
I’m a Queen.