I lay here writing and deleting posts I know are not truly how I feel, like a dog on a chain tied to the human condition. Everybody just wants to be loved, but I was loved and it wasn’t enough. I crave something to be grateful for, so my ungrateful behaviours mean something. I lay in a body I thank does not break, wondering how many people know what it looks like in full. How am I meant to feel about it? How am I meant to feel about myself? She’s the one responsible for all of the misery that befalls me. What an addiction, ruining myself and getting to cry wolf over and over again.
Kult: +18
Total: 18