Dear boyfriend,

You can't fix me. I wish you could. I wish I could see what you see when you look at me, because then I might be able to accept your words in that deep down place.


Dear insecurities,

All right. I've had it with you. That's right. YOU. In the corner of my mind. WHISPERING NONSENSE. I think it's safe to say I am SICK and TIRED of the way you, not-really-so-dear insecurities, have run my life.