I'm not fucking okay.

My body isn't perfect. I don't walk with confidence. I get into fights with my parents and friends. Some nights I'd rather be by myself that out partying. I cry over the smalliest things sometimes. There are days that I get through with forced smiles and fake laughs. Sometimes, I try to convince myself that things are okay when they're not. I'm not ugly but I'm not beautiful. I don't look as good in real life as I do in pictures. There are some nights that I cry myself to sleep. I constantly think I'm not good enough. I'm imperfect but I'm perfectly me.