with a little help from my friends.
I have been dancing between insecure and depressed for weeks now, I haven't really opened up to it until tonight. I understand that I am promised to heartache, but it's nothing I haven't felt before. I just need, I must, I want to let go.
Let go of this plagued history.
Let go of this pain.
Let go of these idiotic insecurities.
I am beautiful,
I am intelligent,
I am huge hearted and willing to do anything to make someone crack a smile.
That is enough, that is more than enough.
So long as I keep hope and this heart of mine, I think I should be fine.
I've just got to keep reminding myself that I am the above.
I am a bitchin' person, period.
If you miss out, or you let me go, it's your fucking loss, and it's your fucking regret.
what the fuck is up new world?