if hell is other people, i don't hate other people. i don't at all. people hurt me, but people are also... everything to me. although i must remember they never ask for the place i give them in my life.

ive always thought that all we have in life are our connections. but other people dont define who we are. and that goes beyond our immediate circles and favorite people. and that goes beyond the good and the bad to the ugly and ultimately the beautiful.

without any mirrors, i don't know if im beautiful. i dont care. i can see your beauty, and just seeing it is enough.