These hearts, they race, from self control

18/08/24

One day, the sadness will end 

So maybe I’m meeting you on Thursday. And maybe you’ll bring it up. And maybe I’ll tell you the truth 

And maybe you’ll realise it’s not supposed to feel right. 

10 things I hate about you 

If there were ever a perfect word to describe myself, it would be ‘bitch’ 

I’m a bitch to you and I wish I was better. Only for you. 

I’m trying to be good for you but all I can do is thrust my interests onto you. I’m sorry I force my personality on you. I hope you’re better than me 

Who am I kidding 

You already are 

Save my life and then break my heart 

What do I need then? I need you. I need music. I need someone to know when I need a hug and not ask me because I will always say no 

I need to feel good in my skin, in my clothes. I need someone to tell me I look good in my skin, in my clothes. I need to be kissed on the cheek and it not mean something romantic. I need to be kissed on the cheek and it mean something romantic. 

I need my eyeliner to look good. I need glitter on my eyelids. I need my lipstick to not smudge. 

I need to be carried to bed because I’m too tired, even if I’m only pretending. I need someone to find stupid little trinkets and show them to me. I need someone to watch a film or read a book or hear a song and tell me it makes them think of me. I need that to be a compliment, not incredibly depressing and accurate

I need someone to see the good in me because I promise it’s there. It must be there. 

I need someone to understand 

That’s all anyone wants 

So, another useless and self indulgent entry

Hope you’re all doing well 

Love,

Miss misery