Perfection is misunderstood.

“My brain told my heart, that you maybe don’t like me. That it all might be pointless. But then you smiled at me and my heart took over again.”

“I loved to talk to you, but I can’t coz I feel like I’m just a burden and a bother and it makes me feel worst thinking about it.”

“I’m still trying to figure out how everything went wrong so fast.”

It’s bad again. To the point where I can’t think of a single thing keeping me here anymore.

“There is a hole in my heart, bigger than any that have carved its way before. I am laying on my floor and the tears won’t stop. I plead for help, someone please help. The urge to text him climbs its way on to my fingertips and I clench them around myself. I can barely breathe, God please help me. Flashes of us cloud my mind and I sob louder. I am shaking uncontrollably, I cannot stop myself. My eyes burn, my head is throbbing. Nothing has ever devastated me more”

“Maybe, I just ask for too much. Maybe, I give too much expecting the same in return. Maybe, I should stop being disappointed when I’m alone again.”

“I won’t be enough for someone ever.”