If I just close my eyes and hug Andrew I can pretend that reality is a little better than it actually is.
He ruined me because he made me feel so special. He made me feel like a truly amazing individual. He would put me on a pedestal and then take it out from under me and I would crash. But now with him I’m never on a pedestal but sometimes I crash anyways because I trip myself. I shouldn’t need someone to put me on that pedestal, I should put myself up there. I am fucking amazing. I am fucking special and if someone doesn’t make me feel special then I don’t want to be around them. If being around someone makes me feel smaller then I shouldn’t be around them.