I am a girl in an unjust world. I just want to be loved and be cared for. I want to but I’m scared to. I’m scared to be loved, scared to be held, scared for someone to care for me. I’m 18 and looking for love. I may have found it, but I’m scared to let it show.
People always ask me why I do the things I do to myself, they say they can’t see me harming myself because I’m such a beautiful girl. I say I’m not a girl with a perfect world. I cry, like you, but I don’t let it show. I get depressed, like you but again I try to not let it show.
Everyone has an image of me, I feel I should live up to. If people say there is nothing wrong with me, I try not to let little things bother me. Same with every other thing that deals with me. I try not to let love show, but I want to.
I love other people before I love myself. One time I fell in love and I wish I hadn’t. The dude was mean and should not be able to have a girlfriend. I wish I could love one more time, though. So I keep running, keep hoping for love.
The 360 West Project 