Self discovery just seems to bring me down. Is that even possible?
I think tonight I have realized that I am deeply addicted to the thrill of the chase. The relationship chase. However, I'm a little backwards, as I usually am. I don't want to chase. I want to be chased. I want to be worth it. Is that wrong?
I have so many issues; that I won't lie about. I'm honest. I'll tell you my fuck ups. My obsessions. My darkest nights & my brightest days. I've nothing to hide, which might be the issue. Some things are better left unsaid, maybe?
My cinderella story is not about the castle & the riches, it's about Love, which really is a fairy tale.
So, I will blink until my eyes finally close & I fall away into the night as my heart aches unabated.
The Tao of unsaying
11 months ago