let me just wallow in my self-pity and loathe myself some more
There came a point in my life (which is now) where I realized that the people I thought I could trust, love, and care for… aren’t the people that are willing to do the same for me.
Maybe I’m selfish.
But I exert so much time and effort out of my daily life to make others happy and to show them that I care.
I might be excessive.
I might be obsessive.
But that only shows that I care.
How could I be selfish for wanting that same love and obsession in return?
Instead I get betrayal, lies, half-assed promises…
I just want someone who’s as scared of losing me as I am of losing them. This isn’t only in regards to lovers, but also friends.
I’m tired of feeling alone; no one can relate to me. No one. Absolutely no one.
And I want to find someone who can.
I want to fall in love with that person.
I just want to be high. Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic.