You complete me. Really, you do. You can make me smile even when I’m in my worst mood. It’s only in your arms that I forget all my trouble and I have complete happiness. You’re the only one who can fill that gap in my heart, the space that has come to know you, the place that knows you’re the only one for me, that gap that will accept no one but you.
I can’t tell you how I feel.
There’s so much to say. There’s so much to worry about when people judge you on every single little thing you do. There’s too much pressure of having to be good looking or smart. There’s too many people that act like your friends when they really hate you.
There’s too many problems with humanity.