what's not to love?

i count myself lucky in many ways for having a constant. a constant that keeps me sane, a constant that ensures i wake up every morning- living and breathing. i fear the day (and i know that day will come) where this constant vanishes into a space of nothingness.

i wonder how far will i fall.

i'm only 20 but i'm already so used to the feeling of non-acceptance. those nights spent wondering if i'm smart enough, if i'm pretty enough. while the rest of the time was spent on wondering if what could have been if i kept my emotions to myself.