my mind; it’s like cold winter in my head.
it’s telling me how clueless i am.
it’s telling me how ‘too much’ i am to anyone.
it’s telling me how is not easy to love someone like me — or specifically, me.
it’s telling me i’m the one to blame for everything that ruined.
it’s telling me that maybe — or strong possibility — i’m not good enough for anyone. anyone.
it’s telling me everything that i tried to avoid.
it’s telling me i was always the second option — never the first.
and i’m starting to think that it’s right.
i probably deserve this,
because it’s so damn hard to think the other way — i’m running out of excuses.
anyway, it doesn’t matter.
thankyou.
