I will never be that girl... for you.
I'll never have long, straight, blonde highlighted hair.
I'll never have the combination of the hair or short skirts with flip flops.
I'll never be your Hollister chick. Or Abercrombie & Fitch girl. Or American Eagle girl. Or Roxy girl. Or Billabong girl.
I'll never have the fake acrylic french tipped nails.
Or toes rings.
Or chunky Flojos with a yellow "sun-dress".
I'll never cake on pounds of foundation or mascara.
I'll never wear make-up every single day of my life. Or to bed when you're in it.
I'll never have an intended matching bag, shoes, and shirt.
I'll never wear my name around my neck in gold.
I will never "be LyKe OmG".
I'll never be your church girl.
I'll never have a new sports car. Or think that they're "cute".
I'll never be the hottest/cutest/sexiest girl you've ever gone out with, but at least we connect on a different level.
I'll never be your idealistic girl.
I'll never be your Brittany.
I will probably never try to look as fake as possible.
I will write you letters when I'm upset because I don't know how to talk to you.
Maybe I will dress up in my favorite dress with my favorite shoes, even if it is just to Olive Garden.
I will always prefer a natural look, with a little color.
I do like to wear green, blue, and pink together.
I like to look original.
I like to be different.
I don't like that you know all my friends. And I know few of yours.
I don't like that you call girls that I have no to clue to. Rather they're just your friends or not. When you make sure to know who I'm talking to... and especially if they're guys. When I tell you about them anyways.
I don't like that you're so invasive when I want to be alone. I like my space.
I don't understand why you would find something wrong with me writting a letter.
I don't like to argue.
I.... I.
I get sick of unresolved arguements. Talking/ not talking... Sorrys, they're overrated.... they don't resolve anything.
Still... no resolvement.
Same arguements. Same frustrations.
And I don't know what to do. Except hope for the best.
I don't want this to reside to another arguement.
You and my mom. My central loves and frustrations. Drive my words into the ground. Chew them up and spit them in my face.
My worlds turned upside down. And I love it. And everything its worth. ♥
Thank you, Dano... for being the sane one. ♥
No, seriously. Nights playing cards and eating cake is fine with me andyday.
I'll never have the combination of the hair or short skirts with flip flops.
I'll never be your Hollister chick. Or Abercrombie & Fitch girl. Or American Eagle girl. Or Roxy girl. Or Billabong girl.
I'll never have the fake acrylic french tipped nails.
Or toes rings.
Or chunky Flojos with a yellow "sun-dress".
I'll never cake on pounds of foundation or mascara.
I'll never wear make-up every single day of my life. Or to bed when you're in it.
I'll never have an intended matching bag, shoes, and shirt.
I'll never wear my name around my neck in gold.
I will never "be LyKe OmG".
I'll never be your church girl.
I'll never have a new sports car. Or think that they're "cute".
I'll never be the hottest/cutest/sexiest girl you've ever gone out with, but at least we connect on a different level.
I'll never be your idealistic girl.
I'll never be your Brittany.
I will probably never try to look as fake as possible.
I will write you letters when I'm upset because I don't know how to talk to you.
Maybe I will dress up in my favorite dress with my favorite shoes, even if it is just to Olive Garden.
I will always prefer a natural look, with a little color.
I do like to wear green, blue, and pink together.
I like to look original.
I like to be different.
I don't like that you know all my friends. And I know few of yours.
I don't like that you call girls that I have no to clue to. Rather they're just your friends or not. When you make sure to know who I'm talking to... and especially if they're guys. When I tell you about them anyways.
I don't like that you're so invasive when I want to be alone. I like my space.
I don't understand why you would find something wrong with me writting a letter.
I don't like to argue.
I.... I.
I get sick of unresolved arguements. Talking/ not talking... Sorrys, they're overrated.... they don't resolve anything.
Still... no resolvement.
Same arguements. Same frustrations.
And I don't know what to do. Except hope for the best.
I don't want this to reside to another arguement.
You and my mom. My central loves and frustrations. Drive my words into the ground. Chew them up and spit them in my face.
My worlds turned upside down. And I love it. And everything its worth. ♥
Thank you, Dano... for being the sane one. ♥
No, seriously. Nights playing cards and eating cake is fine with me andyday.