Some friends don’t understand this. They don’t understand how desperate I am to have someone say, I love you and I support you just the way you are because you’re wonderful just the way you are. They don’t understand that I can’t remember anyone ever saying that to me.
Prozac Nation by Elizabeth Wurtzel (via iwriterudewords) (via fuckingdisaster) (via glisteningrain) (via youdeservemore) (via -nothingbuthonesty)
