Whenever people start to really know me, I become all too open about the things wrong with me. I share my flaws and failings, my bad thoughts and bad moods. Usually they stop liking me. This makes sense. Who wants a person as broken as me? I can understand why some people love me when they meet me. I can also understand why most don’t. I do not understand why someone would continue to love me. What is there to love? Can you love a person’s anxiety? Can you love their depression? Their self-hatred? Their selfishness and constant complaints? Is this loveable? It must be, because there is nothing else in me to love. I am not strong. I am not brave, or clever, or pretty. I have faith in God, and that is my one redeeming factor. I am emotional. I get hurt easily. I am not logical, or disciplined.
What is there to love?
Some girls wear their hearts on their sleeve
I wear my flaws.