
I’m a GIRL.
I don’t smoke, drink or party every weekend.
I don’t sleep around or start drama to get attention.
YES, we still do exist:)
She loves her momma’s lemonade,
Hate the sound of goodbyes made
She prays one day she’ll find someone who’ll need her
She swears there’s no difference,
between the lies and compliments
It’s all the same if everybody leaves her
And every magazine, tells her she’s not good enough
The pictures that she sees made her cry:’((Beautiful Disaster by Jon McLaughlin)













