Fuck looking for approval. This is me. This is who I am. And I’ll be damned if I ever change myself for anyone ever again. So to hell with trying to get your approval. Either you like me or you don’t. You know what, though? I don’t give a fuck. I fucking approve of me.
You and your crazy green eyes, which are like windows into your crazy mind. Oh your mind…oh how you think! I just love asking what you’re thinking all the time because you always have lovely answers that enthrall me. I wish I could go back in time, and kiss you right at that moment. I
You’re a better person than you realize; you act like you’re cold and jaded toward the world, and you hold the general population in contempt, but when you care about people, you care deeply and you do anything to help them. You’re brilliant, and smart, and you think about things all on your own that
To you, We met last year. I was just some awkward new kid, and you were a quiet girl. We happened to sit by each other. And that’s where our friendship began. It’s a little over a year later and we’re really close. So close that I know almost every secret about you, and vice
Dear Brain, You need to stop letting me treat myself like such shit. I am sick of feeling like I deserve nothing. I’m sick of punishing myself. I hate depriving myself of food, love, attention, success… ANYTHING good because you think I don’t deserve it. I want to start trying to live my life again.
Chris, Remember the way you would always look at me when you knew there was something I so desperately wanted to tell you, but wouldn’t? Almost like a puppy cocks its head, staring, like he’s consumed by confusion…that was you and I loved it each time. I wish though, that you never had to wonder,