Dating me is so....difficult.
Because there are so many things wrong with me.
The fear of never being good enough, haunts me everyday.
I'll always feel like you don't want me, like there's someone out there better for you.
Because let's be honest.
I'm well me.
I'm boring.
I'm plain.
Nothing about me is special.
And no matter how times you say that I am.
I can never believe it.
Because in the end I truly believe, that no one could ever love me.
So broken and damage.
Trying to pick up my broken piece will only hurt you.
So when you tell me you loved me, I smiled.
Not because I believed you.
But because I felt like you were saying it out of habitat.
But it felt right, not because you did.
