dear john

"you don't smoke, you don't drink, i don't suppose you sleep around?"

"no, but i do do one bad thing."

"and what is that?"

"i curse... in my head."

savannah curtis felt so familiar. at first i wasn't sure who she reminded me of.. then i realised, it's me.

and i'm not sure if i like it.

“I’m a slut because I’ll wear shorts and a tank top. I’m a bitch because I don’t let you push me around. I’m a liar because I won’t tell you everything. I’m stupid because sometimes I’m wrong. I’m ugly because my face isn’t perfect. I’m a whore because I like boys. I’m annoying because I’m not chill enough. I’m a loser because I’m not friends with your group. I’m fake because most of the time I’m happy. I’m weird because I’m not like you. I’m controlling because I get mad. Sometimes I’m clingy because I like being around people. I’m greedy because I like to be satisfied. I’m naive because I’m younger than you. I’m conceited because I’m proud of who I am. I’m rude because my manners aren’t perfect. I’m unappreciative because I don’t praise you. Don’t tell me who I am because I already know.”

IDON'TKNOW!()#@&*!