...what a marvelous mess i am*

i lost myself and i’m sad, small, alone, scared, craving purity, a fragile mind and a gentle spirit… scared, small, climbing, crawling towards the light and i’m tired and i’m right and i’m wrong and it’s beautiful and it’s hard and i’t sweet but it’s supossed to be like this
i sat in the sun and i thought and i cried ‘cause i’m sad, small, scared, alone, strong and i’m nothing and i’m true and it’s all okay

absolutely perfect