I am made up of every single thing I love. This means that I am made of so many people, so many things, so many events, so many passions, so many places and so much more. This can be the reason why I crumble down so easily. Because I know I could not be a perfect whole, and I am not able to fully accept it.
I am just so frustrated that I am not able to please every piece of myself. That I could not convince myself that things go wrong, and it could be my fault. But there's just so much love for me to give, that I thought you'd be able to see through all of my intentions. And through all of who I am.
I am just so frustrated. To always be wrong. To be forever condemned through your vision. I just want to be able to let go. I am so hurt. But I so love you. I just don't want to wait for the time that I become so numb that I forget.
I am just so frustrated that I am not able to please every piece of myself. That I could not convince myself that things go wrong, and it could be my fault. But there's just so much love for me to give, that I thought you'd be able to see through all of my intentions. And through all of who I am.
I am just so frustrated. To always be wrong. To be forever condemned through your vision. I just want to be able to let go. I am so hurt. But I so love you. I just don't want to wait for the time that I become so numb that I forget.
cuddled up at: QC Ville Bedroom
feeling a little:
frustrated
frustratedmelancholy produced by: my sniffs and my tears
bitchslap me
calm
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