She looks in the mirror, and it kills her.
Shes finally beautiful. When he left, she was caught in that awkward transition phase. She was a twelve-year-old who was finally getting boobs and a butt, and putting that monstrosity that was her forehead into the back of everyones minds with her fists. She was growing into her limbs, and becoming a sleek young woman instead of a maladroit little girl.
Ino had always been some sort of perfection.
(The girl who rescued her from her fore-head, the one with the confidence and golden hair.)
Hinata had been elegant.
(Meek and shy, a little porcelain doll. Determined to meet the expectat
She looks in the mirror, and it kills her.
Shes finally beautiful. When he left, she was caught in that awkward transition phase. She was a twelve-year-old who was finally getting boobs and a butt, and putting that monstrosity that was her forehead into the back of everyones minds with her fists. She was growing into her limbs, and becoming a sleek young woman instead of a maladroit little girl.
Ino had always been some sort of perfection.
(The girl who rescued her from her fore-head, the one with the confidence and golden hair.)
Hinata had been elegant.
(Meek and shy, a little porcelain doll. Determined to meet the expectat
Yeah or you know you can completely ignore me. Like everyone else. Thanks a lot for that. It's not like we were friends for years or anything. I guess I figured out what real friendship means when you all decided to be backstabbers.
The guy I decided on is my all time favorite composer, Johannes Brahms [link] If you've ever heard classical music you've probably heard the beginning of this piece