November 2011
1 post
your aren't sure who you are?
My hair changed every month. My makeup was worn dark and heavy to hide who I was. My wardrobe consisted of ripped jeans and sweat shirts. My heart was weak, as I searched for the person lost in the depths of my soul.. I was searching for something in the form of perfection, and always came up short. I was looking for someone inside myself that didn’t exist. Young and confused, I wasn’t...