i've always said how much i love being a girl. i love being the weaker sex, the one to be chased and treasured. emotional and compassionate and sensitive. being able to cry in books and give hugs just because.
i've now entered the real world. the world where sometimes, no matter what good things i do or say or how kind or generous or intelligent i am, i will only be something to look at. some will never take the opportunity to know my heart; they will go no deeper than my skin. i hate that.
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