I don’t know who I am.
I have never known myself.
Will I ever?

I’ve made mistakes.
I am making mistakes,
And I don’t know how to stop.

I’m starting to realize that the choices that I make today will affect the rest of my life.
Am I making the right ones?
Am I strong enough to think with my head and not my heart?

My heart overpowers my common sense.
Even so, my heart is broken and alone.
But it yearns to be held.
Loved.
And healed.

I am sacrificing my future for a couple seconds of happiness.
The happiness never stays.
So I chase it.
Because for those few moments, I feel whole.
I feel awakened and alive.

I am giving my heart to someone who doesn’t even want it.
How ****** up is that?

I will never be loved the way I have loved.
I am alone.

I need therapy.