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It's Funny How Love Changes Things.
It's funny how love changes things.
His shirt was my favorite item, now it's just a shirt, not even a pretty one.
I am not repulsed by it, but I don't feel the need to wear it like it's an eternal hug.
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It hurts.
It hurts so much.
I need someone, anyone, to love me.
Being unlovable hurts.
It's the pain of knowing that noone can ever love me the way I love them.
To love the way I do is to burn and scratch open my skin just to try and show you a part of me.
It's to always wait for something.
I'm still lost in the way his arms made me feel safe.
I wish he would hold me like that again and not let go this time.
Remembering doesn't bring comfort, it only brings confusion.
I am always the second choice.
Always.
For ever everyone else will be chosen before me. Everyone else is better.
Why can't someone choose me?
Why doesn't anyone love me?
Someone please love me like I love them.
Please?
He had a wild night and slept with someone. I shouldn't feel bad, because we are in an open relationship, and I'm not angry or jealous, but...
But like, I want to be enough for him.
Why does it hurt so much to see his shirt in my laundry?
I have to give it back...
There will never be anything to hold on to anymore. He is gone. He doesn't like me anymore.
Why does it hurt this much?
All I ever wanted was to be with him