I want a gut who will point out every single flaw I have,
Then kiss me til I forget them all
Did Kristoff ask Ana to repeat herself because he was surprised// or because he wanted to get it right, just in case she would do it again
The truth is: I’m afraid.
I’m afraid of not fitting in, being the outsider.
I’m afraid of making a difference. Some kids my age are doing wonderfully bright and talented things, and I’m sitting on my bed, barely containing tears.
I’m afraid of being alone; I’m tired of feeling alone. I have friends. Friend who don’t seem to care.
I’m afraid of being part of a group. I’m afraid of being a leader.
I’m afraid of responsibility, afraid that I’ll mess things up.
I’m afraid of being judged, but always judge others.
I’m afraid of not reaching standards; I’m afraid of being in someone’s shadow.
I’m afraid of not being good enough.
I’m afraid of letting life slip by, but it seems I’m afraid of living.
My sister is reading Order of the Phoenix and she’s at the part where Bellatrix tortures Neville