I miss you.
I miss you.
You texted me back today. It wasn’t a long conversation, but you texted me back.. that pretty much made my day. (:
That moment your chest tightens up and you have trouble breathing. I actually like that feeling, it feels like I’m slowly just dying.
Can I please come back into my life?
I finally got to eat my Frosted Flakes because I’m happy.
That moment your scars are healing and you no longer need to hide it with a sweatshirt or makeup and you feel so proud because you’re finally recovering from the pain you were once in.
I still haven’t eaten my bowl of Frosted Flakes.
I said I wouldn’t until I’m happy.
And, I’m not.
What a waste of Frosted Flakes.
I want to make a difference in someone’s life.
Dear future boyfriend,
Please understand that I’m broken and I’m afraid. I fall in love easily because I absolutely love the idea of being ‘in love’ or just being ‘loved’. I tend to hate myself and some choices I make. When I wake up, I like to just look at you; I know it sounds a tad awkward, but knowing you’re still there and haven’t left makes me happy. I will cry out of nowhere and I don’t know why sometimes. I like to hear your voice. If we’re in different states, I’d appreciate it if you’d text me at least once a day. I love watching Disney movies, and relating it to life. I have these dreams and fairytales I wish could happen to me. Sometimes, I take things you may say personally. If I ever make you mad, please work it out with me and don’t give up on me. I like to be by myself, but I don’t. I like to watch movies while you play videogames but you’re always welcome to join me in my movie. I like to express how much I love you before we fall asleep. I love forehead kisses. I’m a pain and annoying, but please just don’t give up on me. That’s all I really ask. Just don’t give up.
I don’t even like myself, I don’t blame you for not liking me either.