I overanalyse. The slightest thing I will blow it out of proportion.
Nobody is supposed to love me. Nobody is supposed to care. For all intents and purposes, where it counts, I am not a person. This is learnt.
Anything to contradict that and I just. My whole world is ripped apart.
I don't even trust my greater intuition. I am just angst in a person shaped bottle.
And you. You amplify this. Challenge my defences. When you aren't here, and even when you are, I doubt my worth. What am I to you?
Lucienn Lucienn
22-25, T
Aug 17, 2014