I am a hopeless romantic who dreams of a love that lasts forever.
The reality is there is no love in my life, theres just a monster under my bed and my un-holdable hands reach underneath so he can take a little part of me each morning.
I am insane.
I think I lost my heart when it broke for the first time.
I am lonely.
I’m not the worlds best optimist. I am just the worlds worst pessimist.
The glass is definitely not half full, nor is it half empty. In fact, theres no glass at all, I am not good enough to have a glass.
At least thats what the church told me when I stopped going.
I tried praying last night and it didn’t work again. What’s wrong with me?
I am confused.
I drink coffee more then I tell my mom I love her and I can’t remember the last time I had pancakes.
I don’t know whether or not the world is spinning or it’s just my head.
I think I was genetically made to disappoint people.
I don’t love myself like I should.
Maybe you see me in the halls and think, “Oh, she must have it all together.”
I don’t.
Confidence is an old friend who packed up all of his stuff and left.
I held his arm begging him to stay but, he just left me.
How am I still surviving?
How do I walk the halls of Lone Peak without him?
I don’t know, but I sure do hope he comes back soon.
I am insecure.
I am lots of tears and long drives.
I am bright lights in big cities.
I am a good music and slipper’s enthusiast.
I am sick of writing this introduction because it just makes me sad.
I hate wearing converse and I haven’t kissed a boy in a really….really…..really long time because I am tired of being hurt.
But isn’t it essential to be hurt?
The world is just this giant oyster and I don't know if mine came with a pearl.
