Laying in bed trying to piece my life out. It’s not going to good.
Do I travel?
Do I move?
Do I work?
Do I study?
Am I even good at anything?
Will I fail?
Will I be happy?
Will I ever get married?
Will anyone ever want me?
And on that last question, not just want to touch me, but want to get inside my head, be apart of my life?
Because as far as everyone else knows I’m the only one that hasn’t felt this.
I can say boys don’t want me because they do, just not the way I want them to.
Everyone I know has had someone to hold them.
I once had a fraction of that, but that got taken away a lot with a piece of my heart, my life, my memories and my soul.
And I will NEVER forgive you for that.