If you can’t handle me at my worst, then you don’t deserve me at my best.

I’m a hopeless romantic. I want flowers and chocolates. I want dinner and movies. I want someone who can make me feel like anything is possible.

It’s one of those days when I feel happy, but I’m scared because that feeling could go away at any second.

I am ashamed of myself. All three boys I am dating only talk to me when they are drunk. What am I doing in life?

I have too much on my mind. I need to escape.

Anxiety is taking over.

I thought I was okay, but then I listened to a sad love song and I started to cry.