November 2011
9 posts
Im incredibly self conscious and incredibly...
I can’t be one without the other.
aaaaand now I'm crying.
I’m so afraid that you’re going to leave me anyway that whenever you make fun of the way I dress or the certain wacky tastes that I have, I feel like it’ll just build up until you realize that I really have nothing but my love to offer you.
And that it won’t be enough.
I had a message in my inbox. I got a little...
I just want you to hold me close, kiss me gently,...
You're not at all who I thought you were.