I hate how sometimes, one word can instantly bring me back to the past, and the next thing I know, this sense of being vulnerably insecure washes over me. I don't compare myself to other girls because I'm not like that and I think it's foolish for anyone to put themselves through that. "Oh I wish I was as pretty as her" or "Why can't I be like her?" I make sure to NEVER do that... there's no point. I'm comfortable in my own skin of course, but sometimes it happens. You just got to try your best to knock yourself out of it. It's human, I guess.

I want so much to believe. But then I feel I do. Maybe what I want then is to know nothing could break that belief.

What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?

After all, we're only human.

It kills me to feel this way.

For the first time, I don't quite know... how to say how I feel.

What matters most of all?