Do you love me? Some times it feels like you don’t. I say it so many times so i can make sure you say it back. I know you are wonderful and the most amazing person i know, and i’m, well me. I feel like you will leave me any second for someone better, prettier, skinnier. Anything better then me. I know the most unattractive thing is a girl with low self esteem, but thats how my mother treats me, like my body i’sent good enough or i’m not good enough. I can’t imagine myself with out you, the pressure of holding back the tears is unbearable, and i just want to scream. Am i bland? I’m just not good enough.
