patience
she bites her nails, she loves her snikers, she talks to the mirror and she hardly ever combs her hair. she won't take off her pijamas unless she's going out, she hates when her father drinks all the coffee and she has to have milk with chocolat for breakfeast. she keeps every meaningless things she gets from people she loves on her meaningfull shelf, she prays every night before sleep, she doesn't dress like she was supposed to in 99% of the occasions. also, she doesn't wear make up - mostly because she can't figure how to put it on, though.
her breath stinks in the morning and therefore she cannot cope with the morning kiss thing. and all her friends tell her to take better care of her hair but she just won't. she likes it like this.
she's been through a deep depression, she had the most difficult months of her entire life but she likes to think she's stronger now. she is, actually. but not strong enough to handle another failure. she know exactly what she wants for now, she's been after this for a while now. so God, i beg you: enough already.
her breath stinks in the morning and therefore she cannot cope with the morning kiss thing. and all her friends tell her to take better care of her hair but she just won't. she likes it like this.
she's been through a deep depression, she had the most difficult months of her entire life but she likes to think she's stronger now. she is, actually. but not strong enough to handle another failure. she know exactly what she wants for now, she's been after this for a while now. so God, i beg you: enough already.