No idea that I'm even here.

I can't even make him want me in my dreams.

Downtown, where relationships are no-go.

In my group of friends,

I'm the outcast.

No one even cares.

Forever alone.

I don't know who I am anymore.

Lost.

Hopelessly devoted to you.

My head is saying, "Fool, forget him.",
my heart is saying, "Don't let go".

My heart hurts so bad.

Forget about it.

You know, I'm proud of myself. I finally got rid of something in my life that made me unhappy. That's something I wasn't quite sure about doing, and wasn't quite sure how to do at first. I stopped giving in. I stopped letting things go. I stopped being scared and weak.
I don't care that they say I fuck shit up. I don't care if they say I gave up on them.
I don't care.
I guess the other night was the last straw. The breaking point. The point where I was finally like "This isn't worth it anymore."
Trying to talk to me won't help. Saying "We'll work this out." Well, that won't work because there isn't ANYTHING to work out. I have nothing to work on. I have them a million chances to work on it.
I don't like being used.
I won't have it.

Anonymous.

You’re just a daydream away; I wouldn’t know what to say if I had you. And I’ll keep you a daydream away, just watch from a safe place so I never have to lose…