I hate being the second choice. I hate that he admits it. I just wish for once, just once, I was the first choice. It's killing me that I'm never good enough.
Instead of reading books on love and hearing the character feel love, go out there and feel it for your self. Nobody will judge, they are just trying to do the same thing.
I need someone in my life that will stay with me. Someone that will accept my flaws and insecurities. Someone that would think I'm perfect, even with the scars on my body.
These scars have a story. They're not there for decoration. These scars are the pain I feel. The words some people say. The depression I go through.
People just don't understand that the things they say have consequences.
I am me. You are you. Please learn that. We've been over this thousands of times.
When you're in love, weight, height, age and distance is just a damn number.
Don't compare girls to other hot, good-looking supermodels. She really wants to know how beautiful she is, just by being herself.
You don't know my pain. You don't know my sorrow. You don't know my life. You don't know what I've been through. You don't know.
I'm alone most of the time. And no one even cares. "She's fine," they say but they can't see my tears.