don’t cross oceans for people who wouldn’t cross a puddle for you.
No, do it. Do cross oceans for people. Love people, all people. No conditions attached, no wondering whether or not they’re worthy. Cross oceans, climb mountains. Life and love isn’t about what you gain, it’s about what you give.
I’m not good enough or beautiful. That I’m fat and ugly and that’s the reason I’ve never had a boyfriend or been kissed. The voice is constant and I wish for it to go away everyday, yet it doesn’t. Maybe the voice is right.