(Source: lipstick-andsomebruises, via kerryjo)

Today my cousin asked me the same question that I have been forced to answer the past 16 years, which is, “Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” I HATE that question. Like how am I supposed to answer that? “Oh, well ya know. I just don’t want one.” (Biggest lie ever, just the simplest response.) When people ask this, I make myself think of every possible reason why I don’t have one. Am I ugly? Too shy? Too weird? Too tall? Too fat? Too skinny? Too insecure? Too scared? Do I dress weird? Look funny? Talk funny? Is it because I wear makeup? or don’t wear enough? I torture myself with these thoughts all of the time..but then I just remind myself that none of those reasons are realistic. In reality, I will meet someone who loves everything about me, which means everything I just named is PERFECT in his eyes. He will love the way I dress, and talk, and look, and the amount of makeup I wear. Why am I so worried about something that just isn’t meant to happen while I’m 16? My standards are much too high for any high school boy to meet anyway, which I guess is the one main reason why I haven’t had one. I wont settle for anything less. He is out there, and I will be waiting…patiently. Very, very, very patiently.