I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love. Who’s going to love the girl that can’t stop crying? The girl that hurts herself? The girl that is losing control? The girl that is so sad she can’t get out of bed? The girl that keeps pushing everyone away? Who’s going to love the monster in me, who’s going to love me now?
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1 Response Aug 29, 2014

The point of our relationships is to pull ourselves away from being that person. When you find someone who wants to give you the world, they will love you in the best of times And the worst of times.
Who you are on the outside might change, but the person on the inside is the one who chooses to be the person on the outside. You want to be happy, you want to smile, and you want to be bright. Be wary of being by yourself. Let the things and people around you bring out the best in you.