i lay in my bed and stare at the ceiling because i can’t fall asleep. i’m upset and frustrated and feeling very not okay. i wish something good would happen for a change.
He’ll grab your waist and whisper in your ear but six months later you’ll find yourself drunk texting him that you miss him and he won’t respond.
My life is a struggle between my need for acceptance, my fear of rejection, and a desire to not care at all.