i've always been better at venting to strangers.
if you're reading this and i can't vent to you, then yes you are the problem. i don't want your judgement when i already know what i did wrong. people i want don't want me, but it's probably too late because we've had *** and now it's gone too far. if you're reading this, i don't want you, but i do. I used you like people used me and now i don't know if i ****** you to get over him.. but i'm not over him and i don't deserve you, you're so nice and I ******* want that.. i just want someone to be ******* nice to me so now i'm questioning myself on why he couldn't be nice to me instead of paying attention to how great you are in my face. i don't want you. i need you. I need a lot of **** though..

- a poem he'll never get to read