/breathe in breathe out

its okay
you're gonna die sooner or later

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mariam , anwar.

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you really, really ...
I CARE FOR YOU. .__. BUT I REALLY THINK
YOU SHOULD GET THOSE WORDS IN YOUR HEAD. SERIOUSLY. :/

i know it's easier said than done.
but;

just realizing, how it feels.
i wake up, every day, first htings i see?
my stick hands.
they're small. and breakable.
i wonder why i'm so short.

i don't think i drank enough coffee to cancel out my growth spurt from drinking my milk.

i know some people who don't participate in shit.
they're still taller than me.

interesting fact.
daniel was 4'6 and turning 13.
he's 14, and now 5'4.

hm.
eight inches over two years.
this is what puberty does to you.

you know what,
i was a fat child. but i was never criticized or anything.
yes, there were people that were really skinny in grade 1 - 3.

hell, they're still as skinny.
i don't know who would call someone in their face, fat.

except, seriously, polly really kind of scares me .__.
in both ways.

i will never call someone fat,
unless they're polly size and trying to fit into size zero skinny jeans.
that would be the most horrifying sight, ever.
.-.

anyway.
the point is.
i will never, understand why girls call themselves ugly and fat.
never

ugly maybe, but like not together , like [ugly cos` im fat]
well.. this is the last time i'll say it.
forever.
when you tell me the next day, the next month, the next year?
you: i'm so fat..
me: oh yes you are.

got it? so unless you want to be stricken with those four words.
do, not, say, you're, fat, around, me.

capiche?

oh yeah. goal !
i'm going to always try to tell the truth.
usually when people ask me questions, i do like 99.99% of the time
i just mean like, when im going somewhere.. i'm going.. /gulp to tell my parents the truth
probably not going to last but
/gulp