I am beautiful, and not just because of my appearance. I'm a mixture of so many intense traits, it's really no wonder that some people just can't handle me. That's what I feel like believing right now, because it feels true. I would rather live by that right now: feelings and beliefs, rather than thoughts and facts. I feel grey.


I am always moving forward, although the lines I cross on each side cause some to believe that I am moving backwards. I promise there is no reverting back for me. I am pretty, even if in an outlandish way. I am highly intelligent, intellectually and creatively. I am so compassionate, to the point of a fault. I'm cute, smart, caring... funny, loyal, devoted, entertaining, open, etc. I will listen to your words for hours, even if I get nothing in return. I will defend you to the death, even when you betray me. I will love you with all of my heart and more, even if you break mine. I will do so many things to just make sure you are happy.

More than anything, I am strong. I am a struggler, a survivor, and there is absolutely no taking me down. You may watch me stumble, but even when I fall, I will get back up.

"I've gotten so much braver, can you tell?"