- Jul 12, 2015
I’ve wanted love for as long as I can remember, the kind of love dead poets wrote about. I thought that love would save me: to love and be loved would be all I need. I’ve been a fool my whole life. There’s something wrong with my brain. I still had hope that I could be loved as recently as 2013/2014; I was so stupid. Now I know I’ll never get what I want. I just wasn’t made for this world.