you lay in bed at two a.m. thinking about what you did wrong that day. and being proud of what you did right, because you deserve it. you cherish that one moment at the top of the hill when you were on the top of the world and above all those who don't understand. sarcasm and sharp retorts and hiding the vulnerability beneath that layer of self-defence. you love deeply but always doubt you deserve it because maybe, just maybe, you're not good enough despite all the work you've done.
hiatus 4 like ever
- JoinedJuly 28, 2016