Sometimes I really hate myself and it's tearing me apart.
Just today, I said I wouldn't text him. I told him I was not going to text him.
But I did, I did because I thought I found something text-worthy.
He got it over a while ago but he still hasn't texted me back.
The pessimist tells me that he doesn't like me. I'm starting to believe it.
I'm beginning to know it but every time I see him I just can't help myself.
I smiled at him, I laugh at him, I get to be myself around him.
He makes me comfortable but when we're around other people I am only a part of his imagination.
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Life's Greatest and Darkest Days
ChickLitWhen you feel down remember that you are absolutely perfect. Your imperfections are perfect. All of your flaws are perfect because that's the way you want them to be. ❤️ I'll make one a week probably until I get to 200 or something haha.
