I used to love the feeling of being somebody’s one and only and having someone to call my own. I thought I was so happy. Everything was going perfectly but I was so mistaken, lets not even say mistaken. I was blinded by what I wanted things to be. Its obvious I’m too broken and fucked up for anyone to love and fight for. Isn’t it so refreshing to find out just how awful things can turn in a second? Im used to awful. But I never expected to find the one that I loved with every ounce of my being actually not to give a fuck about me. Wouldn’t I expect to have him fight for me instead of treating me like nothing? Oh well. What’s new? Another day another ten disappointments. Ive been proven right this time. Wouldn’t it be nice to be proven wrong sometime? Wouldn’t it be easier that way? I’m sorry for myself for being so unlovable. I should be used to it by now.