Sometimes feeling pretty means noticing how ugly you are in the first place.
And that somehow, when you do your hair a certain way, or add just the correct amount of blush to your cheeks, that you become gorgeous.
What happened to me?
I do not know, But am I okay with that. I don't know the answer to my own questions, and as I sit here and write this, I wonder what will happen next. Will I feel the comfort and support offered to me, or will I do what I always do?
Close down.
Slow down.
Break down.
Sometimes when you're driving, you're breaks don't work and you hit a brick wall..
I wasn't born with breaks.
But I'm still running into walls.
-V
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