I just wish for some attention, and just a girl to lay down and hold onto, we wouldn’t have to do anything. Just someone to hold onto…
No matter how good I day is, I still come home to an empty bed…. I’m lonely… I’m a sad sad man…. Depressing…
I feel so lonely, this year it feels like I’ve only made regrets…. I pushed away the only person who loves me, I asked out a friend which degraded it… I’ve become unhappy, probably depressed. I joke around put on a happy face and I thought I was happy, but turns out I’m not. One little crack and I fall to pieces… One thing goes wrong, one thought and I break down…. I would love just some attention, I would just like a hug, from anyone really, that would cheer me up a little…. Make me feel not so alone, I’ve made mistakes…. I have regrets… I’m in a rut… No girl in there right mind would have feelings for me… I just feel like I’m there a lot. I don’t feel important or special, I just feel there…. I’m nothing special I have no outstanding features, I’m easily replaceable, I’m just a basic average guy, nothing great about me…. I just feel average…. Who wants average? Who settles for that. No girls go for a guy with my taste… Sometimes a swear my exs dated me cause they felt sorry for me… I’m rather pitiful in ways… And whenever I cry out for help, no one stops and helps, everyone looks on and thinks I’m just crying for attention, no one cares and no one gives me the attention… I would love a girl to talk to. She doesn’t have to date me, just someone who can be there and talk to… Whenever I need her. I would he there for her… I’m there for everyone, no ones there in my time of need, no one shows any kindness that I try to show in my time of need…. No one helps poor old worthless Jordan….
Don’t tell me it’s just a phase, I’ve been sad for 3 fucking years. This isn’t just a phase– freespokemind (via freespokenmind) Via Monkey Biscuits.
I wish I had that chance. Maybe it could have worked. I think it could have, it would have been really good I think… But it won’t happen. Yet I can’t stop thinking about it…. Why?
I don’t know what the feeling really is. I don’t know what to do about it either. Well there’s nothing I can do about it. God this sucks. I wish I could do something about this.
What a time to be alive
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oh look it’s the first half of second breakfast
Via Monkey Biscuits.