I love feeling sorry for myself
I love feeling lonely all the time
I love burning my hands on the hoods of cars when it’s been sunny all day
I love having the perfect amount of hangers for my clothes
I love realizing that someone understands me
I love feeling like no one understands me
I love letting everything out to the right person
I love bruises, but not why they happen
I love rediscovering Destiny’s Child
