// I hate to admit to it, but I'm fragile. Vulnerable. Susceptible to the harsh beatings of the world. I pretend like I'm just fine, that everything is where it's supposed to be. But in reality, I'm picking up the pieces and hoping I can find a way to fit them back together.
// I'm terrified. Terrified that I won't be what I've always wanted to be, that I won't be the person that everyone supposes I'll be, that I'm a disappointment to everyone in everything.
Grades. College. Boys. Dance. Beauty. Success. Talent. Life.
// I'm worried he doesn't love me.
// I'm a broken person with a broken life, but that doesn't mean it can't still be beautiful.
Change isn't always necessarily bad, and by becoming broken I have the chance to reshape myself into something new... and that's my attempt at staying positive.
// My life is a mess, and if you have any suggestions of how to put it back together, let me know.
so obsessed with you xo
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