I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love. Who’s going to love the girl that can’t stop crying? The girl that hurts herself? The girl that is losing control? The girl that is so sad she can’t get out of bed? The girl that keeps pushing everyone away? Who’s going to love the monster in me, who’s going to love me now?

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This is exactly how I felt.

And then I met a girl with a loom who knew exactly how to weave all the pieces of me together and make me one beautiful piece.

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I know exactly what you mean, honey bee. I don’t feel like this anymore, but I used to toss and turn about it. You loved me then, and you love me now, and we have built an amazing life around that love.

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aneverendinglovesong:

This post describes my life.

How fortunate am I that that is so?

This is how we live every day =]

aneverendinglovesong:

This post describes my life.

How fortunate am I that that is so?

This is how we live every day =]