I realized the desperation for someone else more than myself. I begged and begged to be loved, and in the end. I realized I couldn't love me, there is no way I could, if I am begging to be loved by someone other than myself. Crying and screaming at the top of lungs, to be loved that saddens me. Do I even love myself or did I ever?

Love is something we all dream about, something we feel we need or want ONLY from our "dream guy/girl" something we're suppose to get from them. After all they are the only ones who can save us right? Cinderella, Sleeping beauty, all those over cheesy romance classics. What do these all have in common? A night in shining amour comes sweeping a damsel in distress off her feet. That is what's supposed to happen right ? But What if we lived in a world where there was at least one person who decided she no longer needed a boyfriend to put her broken pieces back together from what her ex bf did... What if we lived in a world where at least one person decided they wanted to be their own saving grace. Follow along as Kayli learns and teaches the importance of self love. *not edited*