fuck you fuck you fuck you
the beauty in never having something is that you can never lose it. i like that. i’m comfortable with things never changing. just not being abused is all i need. seriously not being tortured and having this unspoken permission that i’m allowed to feel dreamy is all i’ll ever need. seriously i don’t want anything to change. because i finally feel okay now. the only things i agonize over now are merely physical. and knowing that she still thinks i’m beautiful leads me to know that i could forget about the mirror if there wasn’t a physical agony that accompanies what’s in the reflection. so suffice to say that i’m not miserable. i’m not good. but i’m okay. i’m okay now. and being able to say that and mean it is priceless. nobody can take this away. no one and not anything at all has ever been able to change that fact.