I’m such a sucker for compliments it’s awful. If you call me pretty I’m 100% yours.
perfectly and desperately lonely at the same time.
belonging to no one but yourself is the most invigorating and hopeless thing.
I love being home, but I can feel it making me smaller. Like I have to fight for everything I want to be against everyone’s old perception of me. That’s why I could never thrive here, I’m smothered by my own reputation.