All this hoping for something- or someone- that's maybe hopeless. I'm having a hard time processing what I am supposed to believe, or if I'm even supposed to. There is too much information, and I don't like a lot of it.
Beauty comes naturally, but it's hard to be stunning by accident.
Even though it was hard to see you, it was good to see you.
There are few things harder than being born into the wrong body.