But dandilions outlast roses, don't you see. Year after year, the dandelions fo the world keep smiling, no matter what tries to kill them. I will always choose to cherish dandelions, regardless of what roses may think of themselves.
I'm the ugly sister I'm the horrible daughter I'm not even the second choice I'm the "leftover" I'm not the clever one I'm not the skinny one I'm the talentless one I'm the "why are you even here?" I'm just not good enough