I’m not always as confident as I seem. There are many nights and many days when all I want is to be held. I love being held. Always. Sometimes I don’t want to talk about what is bothering me. Sometimes i just break down and let everything out. I like when people open up to me, when people aren’t afraid to show what they’re really feeling. I don’t like to judge people_ under any circumstance because it doesn’t do anyone any good. I know what it feels like to be completely broken and I am all too familiar with what it means to be hurt. I know what it’s like to see something funny and not laugh. I’ve been taken advantage of, used, and abused. My feelings have been blatantly disregarded. But I still believe that all people are good at heart.