8th Jan 2021
I know you’re not good for me. You’re not a bad person, you’re sweet and you’re kind. You listen when I talk, you even smile when we kiss. I know that whenever I call you you’ll always answer, you’ll be there. But I also know you’ll never call me, you’ll never text first, you’ll never make the first step.
You’re not a bad person and I know you’ll never walk away from me, but I also know you’ll never take a step towards me either. Walking away from you is so hard because I know that whenever I turn back you’ll still be there, standing. Standing but never moving, neither forwards nor back.
You’re not good for me, I love you but you’re not good for me.
Honestly I want to be sick, I want there to be something wrong with me. Because if I really am fine, if there’s really absolutely nothing wrong wrong with me, then why can’t I be happy? Why do I always feel so terrible?
I need a excuse for feeling so fucking shit all the time.