How I spend my days.
Things I suck at: being attractive being normal being likeable math
My love for you shames me enough.
Jealousy is just insecurity. But seeing her smiling face…
Who am I?
This girl who wakes up every day in worry. This one who beds with her fears. This girl who smiles in the face of dangers. This girl who chokes on every tear. It’s been over 20 hours. Do you not worry about me? You know that my bravery is a mask, that I am fragile yet I pretend to be strong. The least of your concern. Maybe I should be. Give me another reason to press onward without...