us

they say that even the stars that seem to align, always have a fault. nothing is ever perfect. I just had a hard time trying to comprehend that. I wanted myself to be perfect, for him. I wanted us to be perfect, and even though I told myself on a day to day basis that it wasn't going to work like that, I still wished. I dreamed on for my perfect little love story.

I like to hide behind brick walls that I build myself. I try to let people in but somehow I can't seem to break them down. my own walls that I built myself.
I'm not depressed or anything, I'm actually a pretty outgoing person. but I do hide insecurities like every girl or guy for that matter. everyone has something that they don't like about themselves. because let's face it, we're never going to be perfect. yes, you have people that think they're the best of the best and no one can ever take them down. but on the inside, they are insecure. even if they don't show it in the slightest bit.