That girl.

I have always prided myself on my individuality, my ability to not conform no matter what others think of me, to not CARE what others think and be able to just be who I wanted to be.
Somewhere, somehow, that changed.
And I don't know why, or how.
But somewhere along the lines, I wanted to be THAT girl.
The one that boys like.
The one that is brave. And strong. And carefree.
The one that isn't afraid to steal a kiss from a crush, that takes in EVERYTHING around her, but doesn't give everything away.
The one that has no regrets.
The one that people love to love, hate to hate, and want to be around.
The pretty one that doesn't have to try.
The smart one that actually applies herself.
I act like I'm that girl.
But underneath, I'm not.

And maybe this is why I first started cutting. And the time I started was when I realized it. And I cut for my imperfections. I cut to get better. I cut to make myself lovable, likable, tolerable. I cut to be better. And then I realized that cutting was making it worse. So I stopped. Stopped cutting to fix my looks, my brain, my relationships, my heart. But when I stopped, all the things that were wrong were still there.

I don't know how to un-break the broken things.

Texting and Driving.

DON'T TURN AWAY FROM THIS POST AND VIDEO. Don't think you've heard it all before, don't think yeah yeah I know.

http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1834379662196&oid=155360057819436&comments

I suggest EVERYONE watch this whether you text, drive, or text and drive, or don't do any of those. I honestly cried while watching this.

I text and drive.
I pretend that I care.
But I don't, not enough.
You do too, admit it.
We all need to stop.