I love nice weather but I’m already having separation anxiety from my hoodie and pants. :[
Why do I even try to loose weight, or look pretty..Why am I so damn insecure when I’m surrounded by a ton of assholes who I hate…I give up screw everyone. I can’t remember the last person I had a crush on (besideshenryrollins) It takes way to much effort to impress people you don’t even like.
I never let anyone read my poems..Not even my mom, brother or dad, or even my best friends..hell not even tumblr….The only person I let read them was you..and you said you couldn’t because it was too hard and they described exactly how you felt..I guess that means they’re good…
truth is we are all insecure about something, despite how attractive we appear to others, or how popular we are to others, it’s the truth..it saddens me, if only we could have the constant grip, constant feeling, or sight of our TRUE selves and feel that constant beautiful feeling of self-hood and enlightenment, I guess only then we would see, only then we would realize how immense, and amazing we are as a human being.