I’ve realized I will never look the way I want to. I will never stop comparing myself to others. I will never feel comfortable in my own skin. I will always be trapped. I will always hate my personality with a passion. And I will always despise who I am when I’m with a group of friends. I hate that I only feel okay when I’m just with one friend… But the second I hang out...
That feeling when I hear his car pull into the driveway… That feeling when he walks through the door…