the thought that one day, you will look at me and not see me
the way that you once did is what wakes me from my dreams in a
panic. the thought that one day, you will not want me around
any longer is what keeps me awake at night, worrying about it,
"what will i do when that day comes?" the thought
that one day, i will wake up and you will just be gone is what
makes me burst into tears more than once a day. losing you is
something that i know i can't handle, i can't take...
it's absolutely terrifying
.
I guess that's
what saying good-bye is always like. Like jumping off an edge.
The worst part is making the choice to do it. Once you're in
the air, there's nothing you can do but let
go.
"They're just jealous" or
maybe it's
the fact i am
ugly and
i am weird,
and maybe it's the fact they're right.
and maybe it's the fact
that nobody
would ever be
jealous of me.
Maybe it's just that
they don't like
&
i don't blame them