We all want to be accepted and feel wanted. Whether by friend or that certain someone that floods your mind.

We all want to be chased. If you say you don’t you’re a liar. It’s never worth it when you’re the only one chasing.

Everyone is so caught up in their own selfishness then wonder why they’re loveless.

All of my life I have chased love, and it has never chased me once. Perhaps they wanted a different type of love. One that only holds when you ask them to or offers themselves up to be molded into someone they’re not.

We crave human attention, yet we can’t even look at each other in the eye when we pass by.