The chances that you think I’m pretty are astronomically higher on a Tuesday or Thursday than they are on Monday or Wednesday.
Last night I took my roommate and on of my friends to a metal show so we could see Chris Bernstorf perform some poetry. It was rad. It would have been worth it just to watch my roommate at a metal show honestly. I drank a glass of wine, in an actual glass mind you, because I like to head bang like a classy lady. My neck hurts and I’m tired but it was so worth it. Good times.
I’m sorry that I often look for my worth in things other than you God. I am sorry that I have trouble even seeing my worth at all a lot of the time. I realize I am your creation and how it must make you feel. It is a constant battle but for the first time I feel like I am getting there. Your patience means the world in my stubborn moments of life.