It's 10 o' clock PM, and i feel washed out. I feel tired and defeated. The creases in my hands are deep and are starting to itch. I feel bloated and like a whale that unfortunately enough for me, just was washed up on the shore. I feel like there's a beautiful person inside me crying, and I'm not even kidding. I feel like I have the potential to be beautiful. I feel like I have the potential to be loved. I have the potential to change someone's world, and I feel like no one will give me the chance. I'm 16 and I'm ready to find my other half, I'm sick of mismatched puzzle pieces. I'm ready to feel complete. I'm done with this empty feeling. I'm done with wondering if I'm pretty. I'm ready for someone to fall in love with me, and to think I am more wonderful that I find him. I'm done with hormones, I'm done with hook ups, I'm done with cheep flirts. I'm ready for good wine, holding hands, and True Life re runs. I want this more than I've ever wanted anything. I feel empty.
Fact: I need to work on being single.
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