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.

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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.