I'm a damn mess.

When people look at me sometimes they might think how awesome she is, how pretty, how perfect her life can be. But I'm not even half of what they say, I'm broken everywhere, with flaws and with scars. I'm struggling, I fight, I dream and I cry. A lot. I wish it could be different, I wish I could be loved and that the mess, the puzzle reordered in the wrong way could work, not in the right direction but in a different and happier way.