jueves, 21 de julio de 2011


Sometimes, I get jealous thinking that someone else could make you happier than I could.
I guess it's my insecurities acting up.
Because I know I'm not the prettiest, smartest, or most fun and exciting.
But, I do know  that no matter how hard and long you look; you'll never find somebody that loves you like I do.

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