We stopped checking for monsters under our beds when we realized they were inside us.
You do care. You care so much it’s eating you away. You hate the fact that you care so much but it’s the only thing you know how to do but you constantly lie to yourself just so you can get through the day.
have you ever considered that we lead ourselves on? we overthink everything; every touch, every look, every text. we create scenarios in our minds and imagine ourselves with that person, building it into something it isn’t, something it never was. maybe we need to stop passing the blame, maybe we break our own hearts.
I’m so fucking weird
I’m the nicest rude person you’ll ever meet.
I don’t give a fuck about anything but at the same time, I care about a lot.
I hate people but I want to be everyone’s friend.
I hate myself but I’m completely fabulous.
I need help.