.x. Stone Fox

I’m the bitter creature. I know I should be happy for you in my perceived thought of your happiness but basically I don’t want you to be. I want you to think of me as often as I think of you. I want you to go to the movies with her to see the new Fast and Furious and think of me. As I did. I want to drag you down into the muck and mire of my misery. Coat your happiness in my sadness and watch you struggle with it. I’m a bitter, self absorbed creature. My thoughts are just the confirmation I need that I will always be alone. Silly little broken thing thought I had a chance at being loved and happy. We all know that’s my biggest delusion.

That I might actually be lovable.