Normal is Boring

Even Though

(Copied from the past.)

I dream about you at least three times a week.
You told me once that dreams fascinate you.
Do my dreams fascinate you?
If you could jump into my brain you would see you. You would see me next to you loving you.
I think of you every day.
You used to text me everyday. You used to ask how I was doing. You used to... everything.


Every time I post a picture to Instagram I wait a second before I post it to think if you'll like it.
You stopped liking my pictures a long time ago.
You told me once that I changed your mind.
That maybe you could like me that way.
Even though I am
You told me once that you have social anxiety.
I told you that I have generalized anxiety.
Maybe you could like me like I like you.
Even though I am

Sometimes I think that this pain I feel everyday yearning for you would go away if I changed my DNA.
I want to be wanted by you.
This hole in my chest hurts like a bitch but I somehow have hope.

Everyday I miss you and I know I shouldn't but I do.

I know your other friends don't like me.
I know that they must have heard about me from someone.
You don't respond to my messages anymore.
God forbid anyone know you were still talking to me.
God forbid you still thought of me
Even though I am


And I wish you were here to hold me. I wish I could hug you. I wish I could just talk to someone.