I guess the bright side of being able to hear everything in a hidden space lets you know whose secretly as weird as you when know one’s watching.
We look at photos and think…I want to look like that. The thing is, she doesn’t even look like that.
My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to find peace with exactly who and what I am. To take pride in my thoughts, my appearance, my talents, my flaws and to stop this incessant worrying that I can’t be loved as I am.
I’m feeling like I’m running right now and I’m not even sure what I’m running from.