Damaged

I am damaged.

You knew this. You knew what you were getting into. I warned you, I told you, and by now...I've showed you. I am damaged, and anxious, and I am so f*****g emotional that I'm barely human.

I feel like I don't even know, but I feel like I know everything. I feel like you don't even know me, but you know the reasons why you shouldn't want me. I am needy, I am weak. I'm starting over. I am terrified.

I'm afraid you see me, behind the mask. Behind the goofy, dorky, random, funny girl. I'm afraid I'm in love with you and I shouldn't be. I'm afraid you won't love me. Am I temporary, am I pushing you away? Some days I can't breathe. Some days I can't think. Some days I wake up, and there you are, and it seems better. I'm afraid of giving up those days. I'm afraid of f*****g it up. I'm afraid of being cheated on again. I'm afraid I'm not pretty enough, skinny enough, happy enough, normal enough, strong enough. You hate it when I say that But I just want you to tell me why I shouldn't be afraid.

I'm also honest. I'm loyal. I'm smart...usually. I'm funny. But I'm damaged.