I hate being this person
Piloting this body day in and day out
I’m endlessly boring
I can’t hold a conversation
Why do I feel so loved but so empty
These words are hollow
Shallow promises that I keep writing for myself
Thinking, maybe if I can write a series of words beautiful enough I can win over their affection?
Endlessly naive
I hate who I am
Will I hate who I became?
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 10:19 PM UTC
I hate being this person
Piloting this body day in and day out
I’m endlessly boring
I can’t hold a conversation
Why do I feel so loved but so empty
These words are hollow
Shallow promises that I keep writing for myself
Thinking, maybe if I can write a series of words beautiful enough I can win over their affection?
Endlessly naive
I hate who I am
Will I hate who I became?
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