but seriously. when am I gonna start believing that I'm not a worthless thrift-store bottom shelf piece of crap?

What's it gonna take to believe this idea?

I feel you looking at me sometimes. Do you feel when I look at you?

It's getting harder and harder to smile.

I just found a new appreciation for photographic dark rooms.

If your love was air, I would have suffocated long ago.

Am I jaded, or do i just look at life in such a way that i might as well be jaded?