My biggest fear is that my love is not enough. I don’t think I have much else to offer. By the world’s standards, I am an ugly person. On a good day, maybe plain. I only wish I had a normal smile. Because I have felt happiness, but my exterior can never seem to accurately reflect these beautiful feelings in a beautiful way. Maybe that’s why I have fortified myself to be on my own. But maybe I am destined to be on my own, not because of my ugliness, but because of my pride.

I think I have loved well in those rare instances when the door was opened to me. I believe I can love well. For the most part, I've felt I've been doing my best navigating this world where I don't seem to fit anywhere. Maybe I've been wrong. But we just continue to do our best.