Find the people who love you for who you are. Bones break under pressure, so do people.
Most of the time, I feel like collapsing in on myself. I feel like folding myself up into a small box and staying there, sitting in a corner of some back room, never to be opened again. You wouldn’t know this by looking at my Facebook, or my Instagram, or by even talking to me… Continue reading A Daisy Does Not Pretend to Be a Rose