and not have to pretend not feel like the world hates me because I hate trying to act happy and act like it’s all fine because it’s not it’s not fine it hurt and I wish I didn’t have to feel this pain and be in this terrible stage of depression because I hate trying.
She doesn't want a rich man or a handsome man or even a poet, she wants a man who understands her eyes if she gets sad, and points to his chest and say "Here is your home."