I nearly died out of excitement today.
You held my hand, and I do not want to make any wrong move because I feel like you are a butterfly that would feign off once I moved a single muscle of my body. You said you liked my bangles, and I don't know if there is sarcasm or none. I hate myself for hyperventilating in front of you once you asked me to take them off. I mean really, what's wrong with me?
I don't want you to avoid me because of my scars, I heard you hate people who do self-harm. Because they're selfish, and narrow minded. Maybe I am.
I hope you understand.
YOU ARE READING
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Novela Juvenil[tw: suicide/self-harm on chap 19] You just want to feel loved. To feel important. To leave a mark in this too messed up world. To feel pretty, even just for a second. But when no one loves you back, this might be the end of struggling. :spiritual::...
