I thought things would be better, I thought there would be smooth sailing, I even thought someone could actually genuine feelings for me. Of course, I was wrong and gullible. I can try and trick myself but the truth wears flimsy disguises. I'm not completely sad and hopeless. I do love school. Things are getting better in that department. I'm even joining a DJ class(whoop). But as usual, I'm never satisfied. The torture of loneliness is really getting to me. I know I'm young and the whole world is waiting for me to find it, but I can't shake the feeling that I'm missing something, or someone. Someone to love and love me back. Such is the constant in my life. I never have enough love. I need to have someone concerned about me. I need someone to look at me like I'm their favorite thing on the planet. I need someone to hold me and tell me it's gonna be okay. I need arms wrapped around me in the deathly cold winter, keeping me warm and sending tingles down my spine. Maybe my fantasies of love will only ever be just that, fantasies. Of course I have a mote of hope that it's something I'll have one day, but not having it now is almost physically painful. I hate wondering what's wrong with me? Thinking why am I not enough? It tires me. Well, it's late and I'm not getting a ride, so until next time. Stay Fab!:)
-L.H. ♥
I really don't know why I bother "signing" these posts. I'm the ONLY person who reads them.
