I've been listening to you, to them, tell me I'm a bad person for the last few months. For you to tell me all these things they say about me and all these things they do to you. I guess it's finally getting to me, to the point of makin me ache and want to cry. I guess you're right and I guess I'm a bad person, I guess I don't deserve you no matter what anyone says. I've got to hold my head high, don't I, though?
This heavy heart doesn't know if it's worth it.
Here's a list of things I like about me to make me feel better:
+I'm a rainbow. Ever changing and constantly moving.
+I put others(your) feelings before my own almost always.
+I'm a good friend, I'll be your shoulder to cry on.
+I don't care what other people think about me. All that matters is those who see me for what I really am.
+I like to shop. I like to think I'm pretty.
+I'm a creative genius - even if I'm bad at plots.
+I'm sensative.
+I'm a strong person.
+I made it through hell and back and I can definitely do this.
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