Being the other side of the breaking point made me realize that I am happier alone.
Something is very flawed when you have to damage someone for the sake of sheltering yourself.
To keep the thoughts of ugliness out.
When you're with them you are raw, exposed.
The only person who can make you feel worse than yourself is the person who loves you the most.
The irony, when you are their epitome of beauty but your mind won't surrender the idea that compared to all the other beauties in the world you are absolutely nothing.