There are some days, even just fragments of time when I feel completely alone in this world. Misunderstood. Every person that I’ve called a friend in my short span of life, I have given all my love to. I’ve loved people so deeply that I couldn’t fathom why I couldn’t love myself that way. Why am I always putting myself last? My needs and wants are just as important as everyone else’s.
I’m sick. Sick of inviting people in just to watch them come and go as they please. I stay stuck and unable to pick apart my emotions. The truth is, there’s so many emotions that they gather up together and wander like tumbleweeds in the deepest despairs of my lost and frantic mind. I’m so emotional, yet so emotionless.