The Chronicles of CeLiam: Chapter 4
There’s things I want, there’s things I think I want
There’s things I have, there’s things I wanna have
Do I want the dreams? The ones we’re forced to see.When you’re right in front the one perfect for you - but you run off to chase other people. IT’S ALWAYS STUPID. Oh, but it’s okay. It’s okay.
I wonder what it feels like to be skinny, and thin, and wake up in the morning in nothing but a t-shirt, undies, messy hair, that ‘just woke up look’ and still have someone think I’m hot, to have guys look at me, to have guys want to be my boyfriend, to have girls be jealous of my body, to feel my hipbones and collarbones, to feel confident in a bikini, to sit down and not feel fat everywhere, to not rub out the thighs in my jeans, to need a smaller size in the store, I wonder what its like to look in the mirror and like what I see, and not want to break the mirror. Pretty much, I just want to be beautiful. I could go on forever..
