Today was the day I realised I wasn't happy with my life, not even content at all. Realisation smacked me in the face saying "Your happiness is all false pretense." I hated it, I hated it because I knew it was true. I'm being consumed whole by pure and constant disappointment.
When your parents are being carpet-munchers subconsciously, they'd say anything to make you feel like shit and later on regret their brutal words. What's the point of saying it then? It only makes me want to disappear even more. The fact that I've recently been date-ditched 5 times with 4 different people in a span of 2 weeks, or that my brother has a girlfriend who'll last longer than my previous relationship doesn't help me feel any better at all... Not at all. I want someone to love me. Is that selfish of me to ask?
I try to show my parents I love them, but they seem to be ignoring it.
When I grow up, I'm going to show my children unconditional love.
Short blog for today, the hole in my chest is big enough to transport planet Earth into another dimension.
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