Dear,
What is the point with feelings? All it brings us is pain. I hate liking people. I know they won't like me back, but yet I have this small outbursts of hope. I'm a hopeless romantic but also a realist. Which messes up my mind. I genuinely thought I had a chance. I thought that I could be something someone wanted. But I'm not. I've never been. I'll never be. I need to stop wanting to be something someone wants. It should be enough for me to be, what I want to be.
Thursday, May 29, 2014
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