I thought it was me. I just wasnt used to this type of dating. I thought maybe this time it would be different. and real. and I wasnt going to end up being the girl that gets left in the wind while the boy I like chases after another girl. Boy was I wrong.
I think the hardest part about being broken is getting broken over and over again. I have this ridiculous faith that one day, maybe, JUST maybe someone isnt going to do this to me. That one day I’m not going to take second to someone you want/cant have. You would think that I would learn. Close myself off to being hurt over and over again. Close myself off to being used over and over again. But I just keep thinking, this time it’s going to be different. Suprise. It’s never different. And then I’m just broken all over again.
So I get it. It’s not me. I cant be her which apparently makes me not worth the effort. Fine. I just wish you could see how amazing I am.