I haven’t got everything, and I’m not perfect, and I feel so much like I don’t deserve a lot of what I get these days anymore, be they good or bad, but I think it’s really not about me anymore, is it?
Done with being self-absorbed.
I refuse to go back to being that stupid, sad person.
Dear you,
Seeing and feeling such frustration only because I know how painful and tiring every single moment living is when everything/everyone proves to be such a disappointment.
I have more than possibly hurt you as well, and for all the times I’ve not been there when I was most needed, I apologize.
Maybe we’ve come to a point when all our words/advice have become inadequate - redundant even - with just the exception of company.
We seek the knowledge and assurance that somebody will be there to catch us when we fall, but all your cries have only been answered by echoes from the abyss beneath.
Guessing that apologies won’t even help at this point, but I’m not gna give up and let this go.
“With all that I have, I promise you I’ll make your broken, battered heart work again”
