06-17-12| 5:28 am

The author in the early summer at five am, hearing birds chirp. Sitting in my chair in a tight dress staring at a flickering tiny light crying as I tell someone my secret; nobody loved me enough. I need you to always make it clear that you love me. Even when you don't like my choices or my outfit or my lifestyle I need you make it clear that you love me. You can't make me work for that love, you can't angrily yank it out of my grasp. That's the only way you can have me. If you love me enough.