My edit, don’t repost w.o credit
do you ever just wonder if there’s someone who secretly thinks about you and wants to talk to you but doesn’t know how
the most depressing part of the day is watching as the sky gradually gets darker and knowing that you have done absolutely nothing productive
i have horrible anxiety, i get jealous easily, i sometimes may seem really clingy, i also may seem like i do not care (only because i am fighting against the urge to be “clingy” after realizing i was being so), and i tend to think that the worst has happened. there is so much stuff that i don’t like about my self, would you care to accept me the way i am, anyway?
I romanticized you
to the point where
the knives you pressed
into my skin
began to look
like Cupid’s arrows.