that everybody has a crush on and is perfect, so perfect that you can’t point out one bad thing about them, I have all these flaws that I hide and keep to myself and I tend to be really insecure about them. I’m sorry I don’t have those things to satisfy people these days but does look really matter to you?
Saddest Christmas for me. My family’s close to being broken. I just wanna lock myself and sleep and cry all day. I’m torn. I don’t know where to go. Can I just not choose anywhere and stay here. Alone. I hate my life.