Comparing yourself to every girl he's ever liked.
I just want to be okay. Is that too much to ask for?
I have 3 different personalities.
- the one where I’m out-going and loud.
- the one where I’m shy and quiet as fuck
- the one where I hate everyone and every little thing bothers me.
That feeling when you can finally wear short sleeves again!
Do you remember the day's when you didn't have those scars? When you didn't need to worry that your arms were covered. The days when you would have a genuine smile on your face. Don't you miss that?