She's the girl who sits and watches while others live a charmed life. The girl loves to write but doesn't know if she's any good at it. She loves rainbow sprinkled ice cream on a rainy day. She loves to take walks with the wind blowing. Giggling should be made a career. She tells you her secrets in not so many words.
lol. The irony. What more do I have to do? What?! It hurts okay, bloody hurts. *tries hysterical hyper treatment* Not working, so not working. Will I ever, EVER be good enough? EVER?