like you..

When i read this, it reminded me of you. about how fragile you could be, in a precious way. about how special you are. that there were other forces at work. that beneath that hard exterior, you just wanted to be loved like everyone else..


I didn't want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I'd cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full. ~Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar,