How could I possibly think that being myself was enough?
How could I even let him in? I want him out, out, out, out.
But he's damn fucking in, buried inside of me.
And I wonder...
Should I change because of him... or should I find someone else who loves me the way I am?
I always thought that one day someone would come and break you down so much that it becomes beautiful somehow.
But now... now's like I'm wrong being who I am and hate myself. All the time.