sometimes, i feel like i’m not good enough for you. most of the time, actually.

i wonder why you have bothered to deal with me for this long, and why you haven’t just told me to leave you be.

i wonder if maybe i’m your last restort, and then i wonder why you would even need someone like me in your life. i’m not great. i’m not even good. and yet, you’re talking to me. i don’t make you, and you don’t have to, and i can’t seem to remember that in my self depreciating moments.

i am worth your time.

i have to remember that.

  1. itrytobeagoodgirl reblogged this from letterstolovers
  2. eeelahedelina reblogged this from letterstolovers
  3. letterstolovers posted this
Short URL for this post: http://tmblr.co/Zs_bay7Pf-t