it's about time you backed off.

slag. whore. bxtch.

and a half.

i have to wear glasses twenty-four/seven,

but i can see who is and isn't worth my time.

my ear occasionally rings so i can't hear you at all,

but i can hear what everyone says about me.

my ankle fxcks up and i can't walk properly in winter.

i can't even dance anymore or i'll end up in physio again.

i'm easily angered yet easily amused, but i'm not bipolar.

i look dead if i don't wear mascara, but i'm not plastic.
i'm not perfect, but i'm human, and so are you.

i'm a normal girl trying to live her life,

regardless of the mistakes and the choices i make,

i have feelings like you do too.

everytime i log onto formspring.me

there are overflowing questions that eventually

will get to me so just, stop.

never mind formspring, i know people will talk.

i know that i'm one of the people who talk,

but i have realised that things you say can hurt.

so if i can stop, so can you.