sometimes i look at myself in the mirror and just start crying. there is so much of myself that i don’t understand, and that i can’t. when people ask me if i like someone i say myself. that’s who i need to be focused on right now. not a boy. how can i love him if i don’t love me? but i’m learning to love me. my past doesn’t define me but makes me stronger. i hope to look in the mirror one day and smile at the girl looking back.