I do not feel real unless I'm doing something for someone else.
I suspect others feel the same way about being touched.
Those others probably don't get touched very much.
A shame. I'd give them all the touches so long as it made them content.
I look forward to the day where I love without siphoning it from myself.
YOU ARE READING
paradoxical
Poetryyears worth of teenage and young adult angst transferred from a ratty old notebook to this app --for anyone who also feels like everything they do contradicts the personality that they desire to be perceived as
