I always felt… maybe just a little french rebelle
I had my times when I got bothered by how it may look like like… and then I have those times I feel blessed, me and all them scars.
Wo can actually say, got out of it scar free?
I ask myself why do we still keep asking to fit in when we are so so pretty by being simply different.
The beauty circle, the social circle, the happy people, the “normal” people
Still I can’t figure….
Why do we still separate each other by our own realities of being too serious or too shiny or too quiet or too chatty…
Like even damaged… people love damaged in movies a lot… so what’s so weird about it…
If you really lived this life a little and you are still in love with everything, you are definitely a rebel, my love and you are so, so beautiful I can’t wait to meet you.