Someone is going to love me.
They’re not going to yell at me for wanting to talk to them, or take their day out on me, or invade my privacy but won’t even let me see their phone screen. They won’t act like I’m easily forgotten and replaceable. They will look at me like I put the stars in the sky. They won’t act like I’m crazy when I have anxiety attacks or cry. And most of all they won’t put their hands on me and act like I’m the one that ruined the relationship.
THIS ! THIS IS WHERE IM AT .
















