I’m not a good person.
Everyone knows that, but they still love me. Maybe it’s just something that everyone ignores.
Every day I wake up and see the ones I love, it makes me feel like I deserved all this despite everything I’ve done to them. They’re just so forgiving and loving.
When I relax with my closest friends on the couch in the evening, the warmth blooming in my chest is almost all-encompa...