10 p.m.

whining at 10 p.m.

It's such an early surprise, the way you look at me makes me feel insecure.
Then, I stopped liking my favorite dress, the way it fit my body wasn't the same anymore or the way I felt specially pretty with how the colors made my face look. The dress had a funny way of making me see a reflection that I liked. It was merely an illusion, the illusion a pretty dress can cause on a not so pretty girl. I don't need a dress to feel prety. I need myself to feel pretty, to be pretty, to see myself in the mirror wearing nothing but a bit of self respect. Not a dress, not your views or your ideals of beauty, but my own, even if they're not perfectly defined yet.