The language of love letters is the same as suicide notes.
Real girls aren't perfect, and perfect girls aren't real
I get nervous about press and about being rejected or disappointing myself.
There's even one for your titties. I haven't done the boobs mask one yet-you just stick it on your tits, apparently. I have to try it. But I did the foot one and the hand one yesterday, and it makes my skin crazy. It's like I just had sex for four days.
Unless there are pictures, I don't admit to anything.
My daughter is an angel on earth, so when I see her it all goes away. I see her and - phew! - all that dark goes away pretty much.