it doesn’t matter.
their opinion shouldn’t matter more than my own.
just because he thinks i look good doesn’t mean i’m hot stuff.
just because he doesn’t think i look good doesn’t mean i’m trash.
just because he’s not talking to me doesn’t mean i’m worthless.
i AM worth something to someone. and maybe who i mean something to right now isn’t the one i necessarily want to be with, but they love me for who i am, and i shouldn’t toss it aside.
then again, i shouldn’t stick with it just because i don’t want to hurt anyone, and because they’re the only one i mean something to right now.
i’m worth something, damnit, why can’t he see that?
why can’t more people see it?
why do i feel myself falling?
“youth’s the most unfaithful mistress,
still we forge ahead to miss her,
rushing our moment to shine.”
-dashboard confessional, swiss army romance.
live by that, kiddos, live by that.
