When someone is truly alone like how I am, a part of you dies. It’s the part that helps get you out of bed in the morning.
It also causes you to stay up late questioning if you’ll ever find love. I constantly stay up with the thoughts that I will never get to make someone happy. I long to have the Hollywood relationships.
Love to me means multiple things. My problem with it is I see all these people in the world getting cheated on or having no hope of finding someone, yet I’m here, where I always was, hidden in the room, ignored because people never gave me a chance to make them happy.
My heart is big enough to share, but not worthy enough “apparently.” I’ve heard one thing so many times, “I don’t care about looks.” Well, that’s a complete lie. I truly believe people look for others that aren’t, well, me.
