my pillow, sobbing and gasping for air.
Someone said they admire how easily I love and allow myself to love
and be happy, but times like these, I wish I wasn't who I am because
it just leaves me with tears and a heart that still needs mending.
What's hard is realizing how much I can't change who I am. I want to
be a prude, I want to not trust so easily, and I want to not care so
much and give so much of myself to people, but I just can't.
Even through all these tears and sad thoughts, I'm still in love with
love. Maybe love just doesn't love me back? For now.
Madel
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