I hate how everyone there preys on people who are even a little different. 

I hate how I’m different. Weird. Not what society views as “normal.”

Sometimes I wonder if anyone actually takes me seriously.

If anyone actually listens to what I’m saying, instead of just pretending.

I love the way Justin Vernon’s voice puts me in such a chill mood.
“I Can’t Make You Love Me/Nick Of Time.” Do yourself a huge favor and listen to it alone in the dark. I cry every time I do. No shame.

I’m sorry that you have to deal with me trying to pick myself up from last time I fell.

I’m sorry that I’m still punishing you for my past, even when you do everything you can to help me forget it.

I’m sorry I’m making you put up with all of this.

Yea, I’m not fancy with words. I can’t make you feel better by saying a cute poem, or write a song for you. My arms are pretty strong, though. Strong enough to hold you together when you’re not strong enough to keep yourself from falling apart. I can tell you that everything is going to be okay, and I can seal it with a kiss. I can also tell you that my heart will always be yours, and hope that one day you’ll believe me.

I don’t care what anyone thinks. It’ll always be you that I love. I’m not going to bother talking to anyone else. I mean, why would I waste my time being with someone else when I have you? You’re the only one who can make me smile because I’m happy. None of the “I can manage” smiles. I want to be with you, and only you.