Sick of eating. Sick of not eating. Sick of not sleeping. Sick of being tired. Sick of my body. Sick of my face. Sick of my mind. Sick of my family. Sick of being lazy. Sick of being fat. Sick of being uncomfortable with who and what I am. Sick of never accomplishing anything I try for. Sick of the misunderstandings. Sick of the lies. Sick of being helpless. Sick of being dependent. Sick of me.
“It’s kinda fucked up isn’t it? How all of a sudden, someone just wakes up and decides to never talk to you again. No reason. No explanation. No words said. They just leave you hanging like you never meant shit to them, and what hurts the most is how they made it look so easy.”—
I wish I was addicting, I wish that whatever I did stayed in your mind, I wish that every single thing I said made you go crazy, and I wish that every time you saw my name you would get butterflies. But that’s just me, and you are me. You are addicting, you stay in my mind, everything you say makes me go crazy, and your name is the reason for my butterflies.