Your problem is that you have been too honest for too long. Once you start doing it, lying is simpler than breathing.

I don't know what you think of me. And you certainly would never picture us together. But probably peanut butter was just peanut butter for a long time, before someone ever thought of pairing it with jelly. And there was salt, but it started to taste better when there was pepper. And what's the point of butter without bread? (Why are all these examples of FOODS?!!?!?!?!?!?!) Anyway by myself I'm nothing special. But with you I could be.

the letters are mixed up. U and I should be together.

Can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been?

But there is a different between mending someone who's broken and finding someone who makes you complete.

You might not write well every day, but you can always edit a bad page. You can't edit a blank page.

You can blame your ugliness for keeping people at bay, when in reality you're crippled by the thought of letting another person close enough to popentially scar you even more deeply. You can tell yourself that it's safer to love someone who will never really love you back, because you can't lose someone you never had.