the miserable life of a miserable teenager

I let go of the thought that someone could love me for me.

I mean look at me, would you love me?

In my mind, deep into the fantasy world I created to disappear as a child, I had a love that saw me. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

They changed faces, but the idea was always the same.

Tall, brunette, funny,

but most importantly they always wanted me and only me.

Nobody else mattered in their eyes, because I was everything they needed, forever.

It’s a shame, they aren’t real.

And they never will be.

Even if I found another broken heart that wanted mine, how could I muster the energy to want them?