I have a bipolar relationship with my body.
One second Iโm flexing in the mirror, checking my self out, yas queen.
Then the next Iโm like, damn my eyes are different sizes
Is it just me or does anyone else have a million mechanical pencils and black leggings that they never went to the store for. They just seem to replenish themselves. Like all you can eat pancakes.
A broken heart is like breaking a bone. You can go weeks, months forgetting the incident ever happened. But every once in awhile when it rains you can still feel the pain.