I get tired of people really quickly. The text I waited for, now has me rolling my eyes. Before you even thought about me, I wanted you. Suddenly I cannot stand you.
I confuse myself.
Expecting the same thing every time. I've yet to meet someone who doesn't tire me out within a few months.
Nobody knows I am like this.
The concept of friends was always difficult when I was a child. And friends forever stopped making sense far too early. I've always wondered how much one needed to lose to feel this way. There have been one too many funerals where I do not shed a tear.
My mother has always looked at me in a certain way. I think she knows I don't belong here.
I've mastered the art of facades. This love has never been mine.
I warned you about my soul. It is only mildly comforting that you didn't seem to care.
You were bad news, love. But I've never been one to deny myself pleasure.
I'm terrified of who I'm becoming.
