I’ve noticed that my writing is one sided
I write about the love I have and never have I written if there is any love for me
Why do I always feel so strongly for people
This realization has broken me in more ways than I could have ever thought
When was the last time I woke to someone professing something sweet to me
Why was I cursed with this heart and mind
Why don’t I fear love but am terrified of it at the same time
Who made me think in the ways that I do

I’d fight a thousand wars just to be yours

I hate the need to always make myself look interesting
The feeling of needing to make myself look cool or fun washes over often
“If I can just do X, Y, or Z than they’ll wanna see me”
When’s it gonna feel okay to be boring?
I know I am not infinitely interesting but I constantly feel like I need to be
If someone’s gonna love me they’re gonna love me in my silence
They’ll love me when I’m quiet and we can just enjoy each other’s company
I won’t always have something say and hopefully one day someone will understand him