O N E || INSECURE
You were --no, are, insecure. You loathed your features and illustrate yourself as a human flaw, whereas you are wrong. You’re hidden behind that mask of happiness you portray to keep the ones you love unimpaired, such as yourself.
As you type on that website you have grown preoccupied with to make others smile; make them happy. You, yourself, is hemmed in all sides by abhor and a sort of zealousness to make others fully content.
That is why everyone loves you. But firstly, you need to love yourself.
