Why?? Why can he jus understand me? Why can he just support me? Is that too hard? Am I so freak? Smokes are part of my life, eating is my enemie and I'm figthing too hard to be who I want, the one I diserves to be. I can do anything, but I need you by my side. I won't be strong forever. I'm so tired, tired of waiting, tired of being fat, tired of hateing myself, tired of being a good girl. I miss hapiness.