Im sick of being the recipient of the disappointed look in your eyes when you see me. It's the same one my parents always have, the one that says that all those weeks of dropping me off at therapy and hoping someone else will fix their broken child just isn't working the way they hoped it would. It's the look of early mornings, when you wake up in a hotel room alone and look around to find that the person you loved was gone and they stole your heart right out of your chest without even leaving a note about a remorseful goodbye that you know they don't actually mean . I should have seen that you'd be the first to leave, that the flowers on my doorstep meant goodbye instead of the "I love you" that I thought at the time. I guess ultimately, I'm a parade of walking broken hearts and broken promises. Im a hurricane of emotions and I can't seem to figure out how we're supposed to love each other when we can't even learn to love ourselves