fishlover
in the end, nothing matters
- Sep 17, 2023
- 125
i've always had a favorite person- sometimes theyre my favorite for weeks, months, even years. i always think about them when i'm sad, when i'm lonely. sometimes ALL i can think about is them, their name rolling around my head over and over. i want to talk to them every second, be with them every second. i want to know what theyre doing at all times, so much so i wish i could crawl into their body and wear their skin like a suit, feel and see and think and experience everything that theyre doing, at every moment and second of the day.
but it always ends once the fantasy is over. when i realize that theyll never care about me as much as i do them. it hurts so much every time, like im losing a piece of myself. and then, i have no purpose, like in those weeks and months and years i was only existing for them. and no one, NO ONE will ever think of me the same way.
but it always ends once the fantasy is over. when i realize that theyll never care about me as much as i do them. it hurts so much every time, like im losing a piece of myself. and then, i have no purpose, like in those weeks and months and years i was only existing for them. and no one, NO ONE will ever think of me the same way.