I give you every single part of me
Every. Single. Part.
And god it hurts, so badly
to be away from you
and know you could be searching for more.
I want to be all you need.
And still,
you're talking to her
and her
and her.
Why can't I be enough for you?
Sometimes I want to rip out my heart and throw it away.
It hurts so badly and I feel so drained.
I know she's,
prettier
skinnier
funnier
smarter
better
in every way.
But why can't it be me?
I just want you to love me.
I love you so much.
Please,
Love me.

I met this boy, girl? boy.
Gray? D'Arcy.
He wears these ugly *** shoes
and god it's hilarious.
He's like my best friend and
he makes me laugh so hard.
But he's leaving soon
and then I'll never see him again.
It's sad, I know.
But It'll be okay I guess,
I don't know.

i dont know why we cant remember what our past lives were like
i also wonder what the point of life actually is
like what the actual point of a life is
it seems like all life is for is to make money and do other things
but i really dont understand what the whole point is
i dont understand why money is a thing
i dont get why there is war and conflict
and why people are always fighting all the time
i dont get it

i think about a lot of things
i wonder what i was like in my past lives
what was i passionate about?
who was i?

but

i think about a lot of things
i wonder what i am like in my current life
what am i passionate about?
who am i?