fellinibird

I wish the men I pursue could see that even though I keep a wall up and present a tough exterior that I'll be the first one to wear my heart on my sleeve. And every time I do, it's rejected without fail, but that never stops my dumbass from handing it over to the next worthy candidate. I can't even tell you how many times I've felt crushed this year, and we're not even to March. This just isn't the best time of my life, folks. The lessons are super hard. And if you're a huge romantic like me, the saying the bigger they are the harder they fall totally applies. I feel like someone took scissors to whatevers left inside me and like I've been keeping Elmer's in business trying to constantly piece myself together to get ready for the next round.

I hurt. My eyes sting from the lack of tears I have left to dedicate to this bullshit. I can do me extremely well, but I need love.