I guess it hurts because the loneliness makes me feel inadequate. Like its my fault I'm alone.
Like its my fault I didn't make any of them happy.
Like it's all my fault. Maybe it is. That's how it feels at least.
If only my heart did substitutions, I'd trade this longing into optimism.
And maybe I could finally get over the hill I made from the hole I dug.
A small girl with a big mind. Writer at the core, so many other things on top. College girl trying to make it. Curiously exploring all things concerning poetry, love, writing, colleging, growing up, hair, and media. For now. As always, ask about me.
Saturday, March 26
In a Mood...
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