18 | Minimalist
There is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness in the proportion.
"Nobody knows the real me. Nobody knows how many times I’ve sat in my room and cried, how many times I’ve lost hope, how many times I’ve been let down. Nobody knows how many times I’ve had to hold back to tears, how many times I’ve felt like I’m about to snap but don’t just for the sake of others. Nobody knows the thoughts that have gone through my head whenever I’m sad, and how horrible they really are."