To be real, I think I am just unloveable and that’s okay. Like it really is.

I repel everyone eventually. I’m very rebellious and outspoken, yet quiet when people want to talk about mundane life things. I need fire and passion, deep intelligent conversations, and everyone just goes to work and complains about how boring it is to be normal. But when I’m silly and spunky, my energy hits their wall of disassociation and never budges them. So I concede that I am happy on my own. I find a bit of excitement when I need it and live an unordinary life full of adventure. That will have to fill up my soul. I don’t know what to do with my sweet heart, but to tuck it away safely. Maybe next life I will know what it feels like to be cherished 🖤