Hey, I'm Jovana, Just another out of the ordinary person. Stuck in Arizona for now but dream of bigger things. I would absolutely to go to Washington state, I love making up stories in my head. Being wierd is what it's all about. Weirdness is normal, normal is just a disguise. I'm not the purtiest, skinniest or coolest. Here to post the little things in life that I desire, amuse, admire, think of, deal with, or have been given to me. Follow if interested :)
Because “You can’t love someone else till you love yourself” is so fucking true.
I like my boyfriend. He likes me. I hate myself. I feel insecure, he feels as if he did something wrong. He blames himself when I push him away because I don’t believe I deserve his affections. I hate making him feel this way but sometimes I don’t want him to see my insecurity and self-rejection. I don’t want to see him hurt because I can’t love myself. Maybe I have to take the time to love myself with out straying him on. It’s gunna hurt immensely but I like him too much too see him stuffer with me.
