At the end of the day…
I wish i was good looking. I wish i was skinny. I wish i was tanned. I wish i was popular. I wish i was perfect. But i’m not. And to be honest i don’t really care anymore because for me, being average looking is fine, having a bit of meat on my belly is fine, being as pale as hell is fine, and having a small group of amazing friends is fine. I don’t want to be perfect, i love being who i am. Yeah, i miss out on a few parties here and there but what does that matter? I’m happy.
(Source: bluebirdsfl0wn)