I'm trying. I really am. I'm trying to be all I can be, to not let these people get the best of me. But I'm just tired. I'm exhausted. My heart hurts. I feel so raw and exposed and I want to feel whole again. I'm lying here with my chest wide open in my own little fort.
You don't love me. You only love the idea of me. You have no idea who I am. I'm sick of false love. I'm sick of people telling me they care about me then just walking all over me, like my feelings don't matter. You say you care, yet you let shit like this happen.
I just need to be alone, I guess. I've been saying the same thing for a year now and somehow it isn't getting any easier. Listening to Mae reminds me of who I really am, or maybe just who I once was.