my anxiety makes me do the dumbest things. it makes me feel like a complete idiot. it makes me forget how smart I am, how strong I am. but it also help me realize that I choose to ignore those who are convinced that true love does not exist. I refuse to give into those peoples perception of love (or lack there of). they are the people whose faith fell short; the ones who get tired and give up, refusing to let anyone get too close. average love is acceptable to them.
I want to be someone who hugs me tight and can see stars behind my eyes; that someone who appreciates the madness of my thoughts and understands things cannot always be perfect. I want someone who is different from the crowd, and believes in more than just the ordinary.
I deserve that much