There are people who would almost worship you, kiss the ground you walk on, listen to you rant at 3 a.m., hold your hand and make you feel like the only person that matters. But you don't want to matter somehow. You chase after that feeling of pain and of jealousy, you feel yourself only when you're hurt, only when you're dejected. You glorify all those feelings which very closely resemble pain and yet you know that you would just have to look at people who love you more than anything. You know they exist. But somehow their opinions, validations, and thoughts hardly matter.
