So, you know (you don’t) that I can never begin things.
It’s really hard thing to do. I hate beginnings, and endings also, but that’s kinda another story.
I’m such a bitch about this, but I can’t seem to be good when it’s about her. I really don’t like her, and she doesn’t deserve you. You are so in love, and you don’t see it, but it doesn’t change the fact that she is a bad person, and that you are so much better than her.
I feel sorry for you when I see things she does around when you are not there.
If you want to find somebody to love, please, don’t allow her to be that person.
I want you. On that childish, immature way, I kinda believe I always will. It’s crappy, that feeling I can’t affect on, but it affect me so much. I hate it.
You actually never gave us an opportunity. I would work so hard on our relationship, but I’d work on you more.
I’d try, everyday, to fix your insecurities, to beat your fears, and make you love that extraordinary being you are.
You may seem like a confident person, but you are not. I saw that, and I don’t know how much people see it too.
You need to be hugged minimum three times a day, you need to be made to watch your veins and wrists, to see how beautiful, not ugly, they are. You need to be told that we are so proud on you, and that you are so much good. That you will not break a baby when you touch it, cause you’re as fragile as that baby. You need to be petted and kissed. Someone needs to learn you to love yourself, not just to push through your insecurities. If you hold a baby cause she told you you need to, it won’t make the problem go away. You need to hold it cause you believe you can. I want to be that person to take care of you, I want to be it so bad, but you don’t.
And that’s okay.
As long as you are being fine, or think that you’re fine, I’m okay with everything.
But you already knew that.
Looks like I’m still that pathetic little girl to who you spoke you hate being gentle, but you were wrong.
I hate it more than you.
I hate hearts, and all those emojis, like when you send a thousand of them in one message. I hate to watch those cute romantic movies, cause they make me feel awkward. I just can’t express my feelings, and it makes me less romantic than you.
But it doesn’t matter.
Just be fine, love. You are so hard to get over, and it makes my heart ache all the time.
But it’s not about me. Nothing is ever about me.
Be fine, like I said.
Just be fine.