My self love is so dependent on other people. How do I stop.
I need an unhealthy amount of validation these days. It’s like I’m starting from square one again. Admitting weakness and defeat just comes so easily now that I don’t have the motivation to try anymore.
Can I learn of His perfect love. Can I partake in and receive His perfect love.
I was never so openly fragile. Well I guess open on my standards. But looking suspiciously insecure is giving away too much already.
I just want to spill out my crooked heart to someone.
I didn’t know what it felt like to worry about whether or not I was as awesome as her, or as interesting, quirky, special, happy, bright as the girl next to me. I didn’t know what it felt like to lose to someone happier or cooler. Would it even be called losing? I’m not myself these days.
I won’t go looking for you again.
It’s the worst feeling I have ever felt.
Why can’t houses be smaller, why can’t you just carry them around in your pocket. It’s literally a house, a house full of memories.