Every time I think that im over the fact that I'm always going to be second choice or not even a choice, my brain reminds me that I am v much not over that.
It would be rly nice if I was enough for someone (in a romantic sense). I'm never enough or I'm just too much, and there's always someone else who is far better than me. It hurts when this is consistently the case.
It'd be so so nice if someone was genuinely excited to see me and gave me lots of hugs and kisses. It won't happen but it would be nice??
I think I love too much and as a result, I get hurt way too easily. Fuuuuu-











