The things we want most, but can't have, are the most beautiful.

I'm very tired of being second best. Heck, maybe i'm not even that. How many times does this have to happen before I give up for good?

Here's sommink for a friend. gofund.me/a3e23869

I'm a better person when I’m being emotionally supportive to someone else. I need to be needed. Without that, I can feel myself eroding, becoming hollow and apathetic. I should figure out how to be alone without becoming the embodiment of isolation, a twisted, uncaring thing.

I wonder what the social etiquette for making a comment on something that was deleted is.
Do I just ignore it? I know it was there. It must have been deleted for a reason. Is it because of self consciousness?
People, it's okay to feel this way. I'm sorry it's not what you wanted. You'll do great.

Perfect is what we make of it.
Perfect can be messy and flawed, but those so-called flaws are often a unique part of a greater whole, that we would not change for anything.
Because without those flaws, what is perfect would not be perfect.

I'm lonely, and tired of being tossed aside. I should be used to it by now. I don't know why I keep trying.

300 characters is not enough characters to talk about characters.
I don't have pictures anyway.

The world: Horrified by The Substance.
Me: Awww, she's kind of goofy and cute. You put those earings in. You're pretty just as you are.