No matter how much you love someone, there are times when you can’t handle situations alone.
People always say that I need to live for today, but sometimes “today” sucks royally.
Someday I hope you’ll see me.
A revolving door is all I’ve ever known; I’m too much for people to stay. Anxiety may make me believe these things, but the truth is that people turn those fears into reality all the damn time.
It’s hard to care so much that I’d walk through fire, especially when a voice inside tells me you don’t feel the same.
Thanks for looking past the flaws and loving me anyway.
You’re in for a calm and quiet first date with any middle child.
Oh, my love, I wish you could simply see your beauty.
This illness means I’m always willing to talk or listen.