The written sheets

“I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.”

I see all these happy couples, happy people. And wish with all my soul I could find someone who loves me that way. Someone who doesnt poke fun or joke about things when they know upsets you. Someone who comforts you when your sad not tell you to get over it. Someone who would hold me when om feeling down and lift me higher to get through it. I wish I had someone like that in my life.

“I crave the most innocent parts of a relationship. Like holding hands, forehead kisses and being able to tell someone how much I adore them…”

“I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.”