I wanted to be white, i wanted to be skinny, i wanted to be pretty, i wanted those gadgets, i wanted to be like someone.. but then again, I realized I should be contended with what I have right now. I don’t need to be jealous, I don’t need to be somebody, I don’t need to be skinny. But CRITICISM is still there.
(Source: sweetestdownfall-, via sweetestdownfall-)
Just knowing that someday you’ll be long gone from my life scares me. Sure, I’m happy having you by my side now, but what about the future? Will you still be there to make me laugh/smile when I’m down? Help me out when I’m going through something tough? We’re really close right now, but I just know that eventually we’re just going to fade away and be nothing anymore. I’m so afraid to lose you..









