What the fuck is wrong with me?
Why am I in love with such a douche bag?
It has been four months and there are still so many nights that I cry myself to sleep.
If you knew how heartbroken I was would you even care?
I just wanted you to fuck me. Is that really too much to ask for?
I honestly thought you wanted to fuck me too.
Is it because I’m not available enough for you?
Preston all I want is for you to notice me.
I want you to notice the scars, notice the suicidal thoughts, notice the depression, and notice the fact that I love you.
I want you to notice that I am screaming for somebody to help me.
I want you to notice that I am ruining my life and when you do hold me and say, “Everything will be alright because I am here.”
I want you to love me the way I love you.
Because I’m in love with you.
Love me, love me, say that you love me.