I’m stagnant. Rejected, but he loves me like he loves his sisters.
God Don’t Make Lonely Girls. Oh, yes he does.
I read too much into these things. Too clingy. Too needy. Too crazy.
Too much coffee. Purple trim house. The lake. Butterflies make me soar. Tears flow. I feel like I can tell him anything and so I do. I should have known better.
Stop running from your demons.
Iris. On repeat. Again and again until I drift to sleep.
Why the **** do I care? Why the **** do I love you. This isn’t fair anymore.