I feel like you hate me. Me, some incorrigible excuse for an intellect, a beauty, a brawn, a child, a friend, a human being. Why would you ever feel anything towards me but hate? I wish I was enough for you. Why cant I be that interesting? Why cant I catch your eye? I feel like such a bother. Like everytime I talk to you, I'm simply burdening you. Like its an effort to speak. I dont want to bother you. I dont want to fester like a wound. I just want you to be happy.
But I wish you could be happy with me..
I just read everything in your profile in one sitting. I love you, Erikka. When I found you had written this very message just hours ago.. I was starstruck for more than a moment. As if.. I was close to a highly admired celebrity or closely personal idol of my own. You're an astonishing person. I hope you go far and people around the globe are inspired by you; you're worthy of it.
ReplyDeleteI feel like I dont have any proper words to show my gratification. Thank you, beyond thank you.
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