Aug 7, 2013
To all whom I do not tell I love often enough
I'll never know why I'm the one lucky enough to love myself as much as I should, regardless of my mistakes or what I've been through. I'm aware that all of you have these over powering memories and anxieties, apprehensions and worries that make you hate parts of yourselves. And I'm painfully aware that no matter how much I tell you what you've done to improve my very existence, it's not going to change how you feel about yourself. But I'd love to tell you, anyway. None of you are worth more or less than the person next to you on the couch, on the sidewalk, or at the school desk. I will always try to make you believe that.
