I still remember talking to a friend about depression. According to him I must be having a severe depression; he mentioned that a writer needs depression to write, without depression writers are nothing.
Make sure you make a list of what you love about yourself rather than hate. Because all of your imperfections and flaws make you more human and less robot.
She is one of those lonely souls, who wear a mask, and smiles to brighten the lives of everyone around her. And when you love her to the core, she’ll worry about not being the perfect one for you. She'll say you deserve someone smarter, prettier, and better.
I am a face in the crowd, my unhurried thoughts float in my mind like a dark cloud. I am a face in the crowd, I am scripting my anonymous story, just like you.
She's the same girl who laughs at all of your jokes funny or not. The one who will love you with every inch of flesh inside her. She's the girl who will watch stars with you at night.