Sitting on my bedroom floor. Always romanticizing the way they look at you. The only person that's going to choose you every single time is yourself, and you keep disappointing.
Wanting someone to love you so intensely and it's something that doesn't exist. Or if it does, it was something only you were able to experience, to give but never receive. So sit there.
Feel the disappointment, let it kick you while you're down. And please for the love of God lady, fucking love yourself.
Because no one else is going to do it for you or go to that magnitude.
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AcakRandom thoughts and write outs in my mind, from mostly emotional times.
