I Love My
i love my skin, my face, and my statue of body. sometimes i think i might even be vain. i know i'm beautiful, so why i'm i still insecure? another matter. anyway, i love that i can draw, and that sometimes i write beautiful poetry. i love that i'm smart, and indepandant, not like i can do anything by myself, but that i like to do wht i can do for my self, myself, you know?