.:.Everythings Here.:.

Sometimes, I hate myself. For all the things I did. For all the things I didn't do. For all the things I said. For all the things I kept inside. For all the wishful thinkings. For all the thoughts I put aside. For all the things I put people through. For all the nice things I didn't do.  Maybe a basket case. A liability. Maybe too melancholic for anyone to hold.  

I don't need the whole world to tell me I'm happy before I think I'm happy.  I don't need the whole world to say I'm worth it before I think I'm worth it.  I don't need the whole world to say I'm not perfect before I know I'm flawed.  I don't need the whole world to tell me we're special before I think we are.  I'm content. I'm worth it. I know I'm flawed. And I know we're special.  I'm not gonna go that extra mile to seek for anybody else's approval. I don't need them. But I will go that extra extra mile just because. Just because I know it's worth it. You're worth it. The people in my life, are worth going that extra mile for.