I was dying to
That I didn’t need
to try so hard to be perfect,
That i was enough
it was okay.
I am a happy camper so I guess I’m doing something right. Happiness is like a butterfly; the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder.
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst.
She fears abandonment, so she clings; she fears engulfment, so she pushes away. She craves intimacy and is terrified of it at the same time.