Good at nothing. Mediocre at everything

Reality

I’m reaching for a destiny that is not mine.

Tales of grandeur and ecstasy have captivated me and mislead me into thinking I can understand

Every tear shed in the hopes of better assimilating into a society that wishes only to strip me of my individuality and autonomy.

Yes,

I need you to acknowledge my presence and beauty.

Every glance you send my way I savor and slowly begin to contemplate the idea of letting you own me.

Take my independence, my integrity, my pride…but please tell me you love me.

Confessions

I hate it when people tell me to not worry about being in a relationship because of my age. I have no prospects. What if the time never comes? What if this is the time to discover the person I will spend forever with? What if I keep waiting to grow up? My heart is mature enough to know that I need to be loved regardless of my age.

I know you mean well but... no one's ever too young to be loved

I can't do this anymore.

Are you blind or are you just full of yourself?

It could make this any more obvious if I spelt it out for you.

You are not my soul-mate.

You are not meant for me.

This will never work out.

You love her and barely remember I exist.

No matter how hard I try I will always be a disgusting and inadequate representation of woman. I am not enough. I will never be enough.

I may never exist.

I wish I could stop thinking about you.

I wish that I didn't think the things that I did.

In all honesty I wish I could just fuck the living shit out of someone and forget about you.

PS: I know you know and that you're exploiting my love for you. Don't make me want you and then tell me seconds later about how much you made your girlfriend cum. How could you not notice how I look at you.