And I am flawed, in caring, and flawed in my fears. I could never be the perfect girl for anyone, but it still hurts that the first person to even pretend to find me attractive doesn't care. And I tried to tell myself but my mind wouldn't hear it. Until..
but that, that would be giving the game away, showing just what a broken, defective creation i am, mourning a closed door now that I find it will never open again. I'm tired, and I can't be strong or optimistic anymore. How could i want someone i don't even respect?
(because that was my sole chance, in second rate eyes from a twisted as fuck mind)