lo PELOTUDA que me siento cada vez que me empiezo a sentir mal conmigo misma o me pongo mal por alguna boludez autodestructiva pq lo primero que se me viene a la cabeza es esta imagen de mierda que lo peor es que tiene razón
oh to be loved like a habit and not a chore. oh to be loved because loving you is their default state of being and not something they have to perform like a duty. oh to be loved because they don’t want to live a life where loving you doesn’t exist. oh to be loved truly