Reach out to me; PLEASE. I just want someone to hold me and tell me it’s going to be ok, that I’m attractive, smart, skilled and talented. I’m not about to come to you and confess that I feel weak; you’d have to come to me, don’t be satisfied when I say “I’m fine”, persist; don’t you care? I always ask twice, three times sometimes. But everyone just assumes I’m fine because of me great poker face…I just wish someone would see past it once.
-Butterfly