you love me.
I refuse to believe it.
but I know it.
I don't understand myself,
my mind,
my thoughts,
my ways,
me.
I want to be fixed,
but I know deep down I never will be.
It saddens me
that I will always be like this.
shattered.
half missing.
fucked up.
I'm so damaged.
I hate it.
I hate myself.
I despise the world
yet
find so much beauty in it.
I'm confused.
I'm lost.
I'm hurting.
I'm sorry.
YOU ARE READING
hypotheticals.
Non-FictionHypotheticals are situations, statements or questions about something imaginary rather than something real. Hypotheticals deal with the concept of "what if?"'.