I’ve become afraid of writing. I don’t want to read my thoughts because I know it will terrify me to the point that I’ll be able to see how vulnerable my parts are and how ironically cynical and gullible my heart is. I cannot afford to discover that all this time, I’ve always been a lonely person; that no one has ever bothered to make me feel beautiful, worthy to keep and good enough, all at the same time. I am afraid to compare what I am to the person I’ve always wanted to be. But that’s what I’ve been doing. I always hope I’m enough, not to everyone, but even to one person only because that’s just what I’m waiting. I’ve always waited for someone to tell me I deserve all the stars in the sky even if I don’t shine as bright as the falling star.
PLEASE JUST WRITE V FLUFF BEFORE WE ARE HIT WITH ALL THE ANGST THAT WE KNOW WILL BE IN HIS ROUTE ;;;;; LOVE YOU BABE