One of the things my sociology teacher said that stuck with me
"They use celebrities and sports to distract you from the real problems."
Somehow, I’ve managed to grasp this concept that once I find someone to love me, I’ll love myself.
Real love though, that love that allows him to look pass the fat, pass the hate, pass the scars and the ugly, that type of love that can change a person. I want his love to change the way I look at…
I’m going to be sad until I get to new york, one there, I’ll then be sad & broke