I never thought I’d breakdown and find myself having to recite the story of us.
At least, I never thought I’d find myself describing such a bad ending.
I thought lovers smashing my heart to bits was the root of my unhappiness
but I found out the sadness wasn’t due to their actions,
the real origin was from the fact that I keep putting my happiness in someone else’s hands.
now it’s in my hands
and I take care of it so tenderly.
I would never hurt me, because I know I deserve so much more.
and that’s a beautiful fucking thing
I’m genuinely terrified that I won’t ever meet someone who likes me and wants to be with me and I’ll just be on my own forever. That shit scares me so much.