There is an undeniable probability that i am nothing more than a void that keeps growing, yet what i want hasnt expanded, there's a possibility that i have an insatiable desire to feel loved and cared for. All i wanted was for someone to want to know, what, where how I was, to ask, to want to ask, to want to care. To care like there's no alternative, but to be present with love, and not as an obligation. For someone to sit with me as the silence of the night gnaws on my bones, where any distraction feels welcome, any friendly word, interaction a gift sent from heavens. I wonder why i wanted those things for myself, its been hours and i cant stop thinking, i want those things for myself because they are things I so easily give. I realized above all that what I wanted was to be loved by myself, to be loved the way that I love. The love i give is the love I want to receive, anything less leaves me feeling unfulfilled, anything that doesn't match the energy that I put in feels unfullfilling. In a way that makes me vain, and selfish and all other bad things, but I cant help but feel this way, even when i know its wrong.