Tired.
I’m so tired of missing you, wondering how you are coping with your life, wondering if he is treating you well. I know that I’m not even supposed to be doing this anymore but..I just can’t help myself from hoping that your life would get better once you left me, left me to satisfy your own personal needs to be loved. I don’t want to go to your personal tumblr or anything JUST to guess what situations are you facing now. Not now, not EVER. You are by so far the WORST I have ever met. How could such a beautiful face like yours be destroyed by such an ugly personality? I’ve moved on. You’re what’s most people would call “experiences in life” or “mistakes” but I just can’t help but to look over my shoulder to make sure if you could be off better then you could ever be when you’re with me, or maybe even get just a little bit of nostalgia of the moments that I was with you and how much I’ve ever given to someone else. Who can I blame to cause you to leave and become worser than before? My own incapabilities to make others feel loved? My awkward shyness whenever I’m with people I don’t know or I find attractive? My sharp tongue? I need answers, not even more unanswered questions piling up to this. It feels so restricting, not being able to be comfortable with others at times and I’m not even saying about being my shy, sarcastic awkward self. I just want to love someone and to be loved. Is it THAT hard? Or is it that I’m ruining my own chances to find others just because I’m refusing to let go of my many baggages..?
The worst form of solitude that you could ever be in, are the ones that you form for yourselves.
