low. always low.

i don’t know what it is with me. why i get attached to people i don’t even know. all i know is your first name. i don’t really know what you look like or how you laugh or what makes you smile but some how i have created this idea of you. that you are some one who could save me. someone who could make this empty feeling disappear. i get obsessed with saying the right thing.. something you may find humorous or can relate to i forget to be myself.  i forget to say what is strictly true instead of “massaging” the truth into something that is more interesting. i just want to be liked. i want to be held. i want to be kissed. i want to be loved. by someone.

@1 year ago