I’m mad at myself, not you. I’m mad for always being nice. Always apologizing for things I didn’t do, for getting attached, for making you a huge part of my life, wasting time on you, depending on you, thinking about you, wishing for you, dreaming of you, changing for you. And most of all, for not hating you when I know that I should
I want to change lives. I want to make people feel beautiful. Why? Because I know how it feels to be broken or unloved. I want everyone to know they have a shoulder to lean or cry on. I want to always be there.
xoxo