Feb 12, 2018
You’re still my person and you’ll always be my person. I’ll be here waiting for you
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You’re still my person and you’ll always be my person. I’ll be here waiting for you
Who am I without you? Even Tumblr isn’t me anymore.
I am tired and I am overwhelmed. This semester is killing me and it’s only week three. I’m stressed at work, I’m stressed at school, I’m stressed at home. I just want to be loved and held and made to feel special. I want to feel like I’m worth something to someone, I want to feel like I’m someone’s first choice, I want to be remembered instead of forgotten, I want someone to care, I want someone to treat me like I am me and not just like another person in the world with no significance. I want someone to say they a proud of me, I want someone to recognize the work I put into making my dreams come true, I want someone to say they have my back, I want someone who puts in as much effort as I do. I want someone to remember that I have needs, instead of making me feel like I have to beg or ask or get mad to be noticed. I want someone to hear me and see me, and not just say ok. I want someone to take some action and try to be in my life and deserve my love and attention.
I want someone to hear the words I’m silently yelling out into an abyss and help me.
Back in Arizona, back to being lonely. It was a great two weeks with my love while it lasted.
I wish there was a way to let you into my head so that you could feel what I feel and then maybe things would make sense.
I know I hurt you last week, I know that I cut you to the quick, I know you’re trying to get past everything that happened last week. I know. I know how you feel, I know what you’re going through and I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry that I hurt you the way that I did. I wish I could go back and change it, I wish I could go back and fix everything that I said, I wish I could go back and write a message that you would have understood. I’m really really sorry. I wish I could be loved by you without you being afraid. I wish I deserved to have what you do give me. I wish I wasn’t impossible to please. I wish I could just be loved by you. All I can do is hope that over time things will get better. I’m sure I’ll fuck that up too so don’t get your hopes up. It makes sense why you would be afraid to be open about how you feel, it makes sense on why you’d be afraid to say that I’m yours and you’re mine. It makes sense and you’re right.
You only ever see me when things get bad. Then I go back to being invisible.
I just want to feel like you love me.