is it selfish to want to be someone’s favorite person to talk to and be with and look at and think about is it really self centered to just want to be one person’s favorite person
I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.
Something else is hurting you - that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.