All I want is for someone I’m genuinely interested in to be genuinely interested in me; is that too much to ask for?
Don’t touch me
Don’t kiss me
Don’t tell me the lies that have filled my head for the past two years
Don’t love me
…nothing good ever came from it anyways
this weekend has made me realize some things about myself
a) it’s time to let go of those who bring nothing but tears, harsh emotions, and sweet memories tainted by toxic realities
b) those who do, do. and those who don’t, never will
c) by having too much pride, the only ones who end up hurt in the end are those who are afraid to ask for help
Not sure what I’m doing at this point. The ones that keep me sane are too far away & forming unfamiliar traits. The one I love is too distant & I feel like an inconvenience when our worlds find time for one another. The silence is lethal. And struggling just to go through the motions isn’t effective anymore.
