We're teenagers. We fuck up a lot, we do a lot of crazy shit, we'd rather stay up late at night just to watch TV rather than studying. We like our music loud, we dress up the way we want to, we like going to concerts, we're clumsy, we eat whatever we want to eat, we fall in love too easily, we often break rules, but that's the way of life we want to live. To live beyond extraordinary. We want to be forever young.
My body isn't perfect. I don't walk with confidence. I get into fights with my parents and friends. Some nights I'd rather be by myself than out partying. I cry over the smallest things sometimes. There are days that I get through with forced smiles and faked laughs. Sometimes I try to convince myself that things are okay when they're not. I'm not ugly but I'm not beautiful. I don't look as good in real life as I do in pictures. There are some nights that I cry myself to sleep. I constantly think that I'm not good enough. I'm imperfect, but I'm perfectly me.