I am a mess. Struggling with waging battles in my head and right in front of my own two eyes. I am everything ayone would hate to be. With all of these qualities, I can still admit that I am loved. I am surrounded by people that have nothing but unconditional love for me. Wether it's the love that's only shown through occasional texts like "Hey I miss you!" or heartfelt sentences like "I couldn't live without you." I am loved.