I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can.
can i log out of life
I’m so sorry sometimes I get a little jealous, thinking that someone else could make you happier that i could. I guess it’s my insecurities acting up. Because I know that I’m not the prettiest, smartest or most fun and exciting boy. But I do know that no matter how hard and long you look. I hope someone special to you will make you happy and forget everything.
You either like me or you don’t. It took me twenty-something years to learn how to love myself, I don’t have that kinda time to convince somebody else.