Feelings Are A Waste.

Feelings are fucking confusing. Love isn’t supposed to make you feel conflicted but yet here I am torn. I’ve built a home all by myself, I wonder what can he provide for me that I have already given myself? I don’t need reassurance, financial help, or even a partner really. so i wonder what exactly…

Scraps.

I was so desperate for  love and acceptance I  was happy for any  scraps you would toss  my way.  I would scarf them  down my throat &  beg for more. I was  just happy someone  noticed me enough to pity me.  & that’s just fucking pathetic. 

Home.

I always thought that holding on tight to the people you love was the right thing to do. That you had to prove your loyalty and commitment by gripping onto the relationship so tight it left blisters on your hands. I thought you were supposed to cling on to the sheer hope that if you love them enough, or commit to them enough they’ll finally love you the way you…

Change is Supposed to Be Painful; That’s How You Fucking Grow.

I used to be so worried about losing you I didn’t realize I was losing myself in the process. I was so worried about losing you I even had the audacity to compromise my values and my life goals to appease you. I’m no longer giving up pieces of myself to make you whole. I mean wow! I really am a fucking dumbass; I…

Hyper-Independence Isn’t Something to be Fucking Proud of.

“It’s better if I do it myself.”  “It’s fine; I’d rather do it alone.” “I don’t need your help.” “I can do this with or without you.” I realized this morning that being too independent comes with its own term called, “hyper-independence” and trust me it’s not the greatest trait to have. It’s toxic as…