I don’t know.
I don’t know why I post pictures of skinny, tall perfect girls. I don’t know why I post amazing photos that I dont have the skill to take myself. I don’t know why I post pictures of the kind of love I’ll never have. I don’t know why. And sometimes I look at those pictures and I get so sad. I can say that I don’t care and that I’m completely, so totally satisfied with my life, but I’m not. There will always be a part of me that hasn’t gotten over the high school ambitions. Always a part of me wanting, hoping for something more. This isn’t enough and I promised myself a way out. But it hasn’t happened yet.
