insecure. (By: Chris Hathaway)

You have to see what I write or else it doesn’t exist. Or else I don’t either. I was once asked what I would want, money or love, I told them I wanted neither. I just want acceptance. Every night of mental draining is followed by a morning of repentance. I write my hopes, my dreams, my desires. My God, I hope I don’t regret this. You have to read what I write or else it doesn’t exist. Or else I don’t either. I was once asked what I would want, money or love, I told them I wanted neither. I just want acceptance.

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