I think I may have damaged my heart. It breaks and I fix it and pretend it’s good as new. Ready for the next fall. Completely disregarding the consequences that will break it again.
I should give it a break. I should put it in a shoe box and hide it under my bed. I need to forget it exists and stop using it.
Are you ever just overwhelmed by the horrifying thought that maybe, nobody ACTUALLY wants you around? And it’s not that you think everyone hates you, but it’s just that you’re not special to anyone? And that its really kind of sucky that you’re about 98% sure that nobody thinks “Wow, I just really like talking to her.” and that you could probably just disappear without anyone caring that much?