The feeling is slowly creeping back in.. Maybe it's true? Maybe I am unwanted.
My suspicions are getting more and more confirmed everyday.. I'm smart enough to know, but choose to be ignorant and think that maybe there is still a chance that you do want me, that you do love me.
But reality is I don't think you do love me anymore. But I don't blame you, I struggle to love myself. I mean we both have our struggles.... I just wish you did still love me... And if you did, I would be happy.. But I just need to know.. So my brain doesn't manifest these thoughts that you don't...
Because it's killing me slowly, each and every day.
Catho Catho
18-21, F
Jun 2, 2015