I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve.

So it turns out you’re not even that pretty. Like, you even aren’t at all, an I didn’t believe other people when they told me that, but you arent. You just pose to build yourself up. And whatever. I’m over it. Or I’ll at least pretend to be over it even though I think about it all the time. My new years resolution is to be more trusting. And I’m going to try my hardest to be, despitte the fact that you always creep up in my mind and my parents have made it very difficult to believe that there is such a thing as a trustworthy relationship. I love you!