there is a boy. he is kind and special and funny and special again. he makes my heart sing and my eyes twinkle, but i have been hurt just too many times and i will not give in again. not to him and not to anyone else. i am tired of having a shattered heart and i am tired of only feeling loved when i have someone to hold my hand. i want to hold my own hand. i want to love myself.
a week has passed and i am afraid to say that i feel slightly lost.
i go to a private uni and there are only 40 people in my class. each has a different personality and a different take on life and then when it comes to me, i am not really sure what to say or how to tackle a challenge. as the week progressed my outfits got stranger and stranger and more and more unlike me. this week i really want to focus on projecting who i am through my clothes. this is not superficial or materialistic, because to me fashion is a really important tool to use to show the world who you are and i want the world to know me.
i am done hiding behind other people.