The. Stories. Are. Lies. You are worthy. You are beautiful. You are so incredibly lovable. There is not another person like you in the entire world.
In the end, all you have is yourself. You are not going to let yourself shrink to fit the box that the world assigns you. There is no box, no container expansive enough to hold in the strength that you own.
It would be a wonderful friendship, if it wasn’t for the inconvenient truth that I’m still in love with you.