Everyone has a 2 AM and a 2 PM personality.
I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love. Who’s going to love the girl that can’t stop crying? The girl that hurts herself? The girl that is losing control? The girl that is so sad she can’t get out of bed? The girl that keeps pushing everyone away? Who’s going to love the monster in me, who’s going to love me now?
I don’t need you to tell me I’m beautiful
It doesn’t mean a thing
It’s sweet, and it’s cute
but, I don’t want you to fall for my appearance
I want you to hear my thoughts and crave for more
Because I won’t look like this forever
And I’m not planning on saying goodbye to you
Any time soon.