UNDER THE SKIN

I’m affraid…that…I wasted my youth….with shitty stuff I don’t even remember.

You can’t hurt me…My self-criticism is more harsh, than the worst thing you could tell me.

Srsly…

I need you to need me.
I’d love you to love me.
I’m beggin’ you to beg me.

I want you to want me.

Compliments make me blush

Wake up!

I don’t even know myself…

So, where the hell is my other half?