Don’t tell me that one day I‘ll find a boy that means all the things he says and will know all the horrible parts of me and still want to kiss me. Don’t tell me there’s someone out there for everyone. Don’t you dare tell me I’ll find someone to take away the sadness and the darkness that clouds my thoughts, it doesn’t work like that. If I’m going to be happy I don’t want it to be because of someone else. If I’m going to live I don’t want it to be for someone else.
My biggest fear is that eventually you will see me the way I see myself.