Sometimes I want the finer things in life..really want them. I think I just want to know that I can afford them..I don’t necessarily want or need them. Financial security kind of thing. Then on the other hands, I’m so happy with little to nothing — the small things. I’m such an easy person to please..I don’t need anything fancy. Something heartfelt will do.
But it’s conflicting because when I feel like the former..I make these plans about my future, and what I intend to do..but I know that I don’t really want to do it. I think I just have a thing about financial security..I like knowing that I’m secure.
I really do too much self-analyzing.
I’m really just here for Ferb and his non-talking self though.
Telling me I’m beautiful..for a dark skinned girl will not be perceived as a compliment by me.