I don't think I'm beautiful. At times I think I look pretty, but all it takes is a bad picture of me, seeing gorgeous girls, people pointing out my flaws and I start feeling horrible about myself. I try not to let people's opinions of me affect the way I see myself, but sometimes it's so hard. People tell me I'm perfect, gorgeous, pretty, beautiful, but they don't see what I see. I just don't see myself being good enough.
Memories. Understand that I'm just trying to hold onto the one thing in life that isn't changing right now. We don't have forever. We have now. I just want to try and make it good. I get this daunting feeling everyday that I am just preparing for the day you will leave me. And it's killing me. Happy heathy and hopeful. That's everything I can wish for you babe.