Friends wonder why I spend so much time with my boyfriend, but they don't understand. They don't understand that I feel as if he is the only person who isn't trying to compete with me or tear me down. He is the only person who seems to put me first, so I'm sorry for choosing someone who cares so deeply for me instead of friends who would choose one another over me any day. I'm sorry I've stopped caring and I'm pushing myself away, but I'm sick of trying for people who I'm not good enough anymore. I am the only one who looks out for me, so yes, I have to start worrying about what makes me happy.
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Letters to You
RandomLove is great. Okay no. It can literally actually suck. This story is a bunch of letters I'll probably never show my boyfriend. Maybe others can relate? Oh well. Read it I guess
