What I want most of all is a man to talk to when my friends aren’t around. We don’t even have to talk. Just someone to be near, in the same room, existing at the same time with each other.
Today my bus driver is really hot and a good driver. For this I am thankful.
- 2 days ago
- 2 days ago
I’m tired of feeling like I’m not good enough.
"Every time I try to fly, I fall without my wings. I feel so small. I guess I need you baby."
I wish I could stop needing him.
I wish I could get over him.
I wish I could stop loving him.
I wish I had the courage to let myself do these things.
Someday, I’ll look back on these last few years and realize, it was for a reason. It made me stronger, it made me more aware of my emotions. It’s all bull shit.
I loved him because he let me. I gave him my heart because he took it. I gave him my time because it stopped when I was with him. I gave him my creativity because we were brilliant together.
I have nothing left to give now because I’m afraid to.
I’m afraid to move on because it’ll mean I’ve given up hope of any of my feelings being mutual.
So I hang on. Even to tiniest thread hidden behind the “I hate him” and “I hope I never see him again” because I don’t stand behind either of those statements.
I know if he’s reading this he either won’t know it’s about him, or he wont care. I wish he did. I wish he cared.
I wish I didn’t.