I get so angry when it comes to you. Your name is enough to light the fires of hate inside me. It exhausts me. I wish you’d get out of my life forever. I hate thinking about you being with her. Holding her. Loving her. I know she was never mine, but she was more mine than she’ll ever be yours. You can’t take my moments with her away, and you’ll never get to live those moments with her. I hate you. I hate you for taking her from me. You pollute my soul with negativity. You are infectious. I hope that someday everyone will see you as you really are.
I don’t feel pretty every day. Most times I do.
I hate people who say only pretty people go around calling everyone beautiful.
I do it because everyone is beautiful/handsome.
I wish people would see that side, and know that just because we act confident, doesn’t mean were not on the verge of the breaking point.