It bothers me how much I depend on it. I constantly long for someone else's warmth. I don't want to be like this, but I've accepted it.
One day, I'll find someone that will live up to my insane demands and expectations, even when I refuse to let them, they'll love me enough to do it anyway and they won't mind.
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A Jumbled Collective
Non-FictionThis is a collective of various journal entries and random pieces.
