I Want To Cuddle
Tickle , laugh , Goof Around.
Feel comfortable, Confident.
I want To Conversate
Joke, Story tell, Ideas
I want to Go Places
Travel, adventure , explore
I want to make memories
Take pictures, Create things
I want to smile
Feel wanted , apreciated ,cared for
I want to have or build a bond
Be comfortable, Accepted .
I want to be liked
Have common interests.
I want to feel Pretty
Called beautiful, admired .
I want to Enjoy my Young life .
Have no insecurities.
I want to speak freely , Say anything and act how ever.
I want Intimacy
Act. **** , dance exotic and be naughty for that somebody .
Lingerie , role play, Get Exciting.
I want to. Feel motivated
Appreciated, encouraged.
I want to Dress nice .
I want to feel so very positive
I don’t feel none of this .
I feel the opposite.
Sadly
Only frouns, lonliness , Tears is what I feel next to him x
I don’t want to feel like this no longer x
I’m getting ready .
To drop it all.
Exchange my “supposed to be supportive Bf”
To Focusing on myself instead.
I can’t go any longer with fighting
I’m so close to calling it quits.
Officially
I don’t feel bad Nomore
I leave ?
He’ll go. Back to his ******* & Parting .
It’s ok
Because I know I can do the exact same thing
Night clubs & Drinks

I’m accused of always
Being Grumpy & irratated.
Easily Offended & set off quick.
So much That I’m being disliked.
My mood Is Starting
To set them aside .,
I always argue
Start random petty Fights.
Im accused of Being lazy.
Not trying to do anything .
Of wanting to do nothing .
Everything Bothers me.

Im Overwhelmed
Of waking up to my same sadness
Seeing myself try for those around me to put me down or Hurt my feelings bad enough that I quit.

I’m not easily bothered.
It’s only with People i lived long whom I put up with a lot of their ****. For them To be confused Over my Rage towards something they see so simple but to me so big because I’ve dealt with that issue many times for them to never correct.

I failed to be the best I can be
I failed to take the chance that would have
Made me one step closer to my dreams
I played safe, so I failed.

I failed to be me I played pretend
I failed to always remember my dreams
Giving up on them sometimes seemed
To be an option
I didn’t take risks, so I failed.

I failed to wait my turn
I failed to understand that it takes time
In my dreams I thought I was already there.
I failed to face reality, I kept on dreaming without doing
I became impatient, so I failed.

I failed to put my all
I forgot who I was doing this for
I failed!!!   I failed!!!

Is it too little too late for me to start again?
Without forgetting this time, with my head held high?
I failed…