I have no idea what motivates people to do the things they do.
The past few days have been some of the worst bar none. My hope for the good in people dwindles every day. I wish I had the energy to say what I’m feeling more eloquently but it’s much harder when I’m not sober so whatever anyway I’m going to bed.
there are so many people I wish I could do this with…
I don’t understand. How do you know when someone deserves a second chance… Even if I want to give it to them?
I just want you to love me. I want you to see perfection in me even though I know, like the world, I’m full of shit. I want to wake up every morning and see a face that I can count on and know I’m safe. I want you to make faces back when I make faces at you. I want someone that wants more than just me but all my friends and habits and fears as well. I want someone who loves me as much as their dog, if not more, and helps me forget the fucked up person I’m afraid I’m turning out to be.
"I am very interested and fascinated how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other."