I think you’re beautiful inside and out,
your morals, your ideals, the odd things you say, the art you create, the mind you conceal, the way you carry yourself, your shattered heart, and the way you crave new things and places.
It just kills me to know that I sit here waiting for you to give me the chance
I’ll never have.
you know your self-esteem sucks when a really cute guy shows interest in you and you think it’s some sort of sick joke
I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.
I crave intimacy but I get confused and uncomfortable when I’m shown even the slightest bit of attention or affection.
Never get too attached to anyone unless they also feel the same towards you because one sided expectations kill you.
i wonder if there is anyone nervous to talk to me.
Pray to a god I don’t believe in that maybe someday something beautiful will happen to my life