Just because I don’t “like” you anymore, doesn’t mean I don’t care. You still mean so much to me; More than you’ll ever know. If you’re feeling down, I’m still here for you. If you’re not having a good day, I’m still here to go to. Don’t ever think I don’t care about you anymore. I do.
I’m just not the type who’s ready for a relationship. I could barely love myself. How could I love anyone else? I’m not ready to be tied down, or to care for someone as if they were my everything. I have too much to stress about already. Although it gets lonely sometimes, I’m just not ready. I guess I just like being single. For now, that is.
I just want to be happy like everyone else. Is that too much to ask for?
Day after day, it keeps getting worse. Insecurities are beginning to eat me up alive. What is self-esteem? I’m not even sure anymore, because sure enough, I don’t have it. Day after day, I struggle to “fit in.” I struggle to “belong.” I just don’t. “Personality is all that matters.” Yeah, says the one everyone considers “beautiful.” It’s easy for you to say. Try being me for a day. Try looking the way I look. Try having the ability I have. Try not being perfect. Cause honestly, it isn’t easy as it seems. If you say personality is all the matters, you are so wrong. Personality doesn’t even count if you don’t have the looks for people to want to associate with you. You wouldn’t know that, but I would.
I’m just fucking sick of it, okay? You’re perfect, and I’m nothing. We’re close. You get everything, and I get nothing. Everyone loves you, and everyone hates me. You know how hard it is on me? It’s fucking hard. You don’t even have to try, and I work my ass off for what I have. It’s unfair. I love you, but I’m so fucking jealous.
