There’s nothing worse than a girl desperate for love:
A girl that pities herself enough to think she is so intrinsically broken she couldn’t even connect with someone biologically destined to love her; A girl stupid enough to learn that love is a reward that she must earn, yet frantic enough to always work too hard for it; A girl that overcompensates. Begs. Forces. A girl that claims she ‘Doesn’t know what to do with love’ when it comes along, so that, naturally, she can smother it; A girl who’s biggest fear is abandonment, yet is an expert on expecting too much; A girl that’s waiting to be saved, but would tell you she doesn’t deserve it; A girl that still obsesses over ways she has been bruised when surrounded by people that have helped her heal; A girl who’s self involved, with no sense of self; A girl that cries. And cries. And cries.
There’s nothing worse than a girl desperate for love.