My mother used to tell me "remember baby roses have thorns " I didn't understand that in till now I think she ment that even though something so pretty and beautiful can hurt you if you made the wrong move. You have to be careful when handling roses and you have to be careful when handling people you don't wanna get hurt.

I hate myself not because I think I'm ugly or stupid or even unlikable,no, I hate myself because I can give you my heart, watch you tear it to a million pieces, throw it on the ground,stomp on it,spit on it,as if it was the most disgusting concoction you'd have ever seen. You'd just walk away and leave it there.I'd pick it up dust it off and run after you to give it back.