soft hours/hard truths.
i’m tired of being the person who makes everyone else feel seen while i’m standing right here, invisible.
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we talk about wanting to be loved, but it’s so much more than that. i want to be chosen. i don’t want to be the person you talk to just because i’m there or because you’re bored. i want to be the person you actually want to talk to. i want to be a priority, not just a backup plan you remember when everyone else is busy.
it’s exhausting to be understood only when it’s convenient for you. i want to feel safe enough to tell you how i feel without worrying that you’ll get mad or walk away. i want to be cherished, like i actually matter, not just tolerated like a chore you have to get through.
the saddest part is realizing i’ve been playing both roles in this story. i’m the one giving the love, and i’m also the one trying to convince myself that you’re giving it back.
i don’t want to be used for my heart while mine is breaking. i just want to be loved for who i am, not for what i can do for you.