Misplacement

Every drunken night.

Why does every drunken night with you turn into some horribly depressing event?

Every time this happens I realize that I don’t deserve you. I don’t make you happy. 

I can’t.

You need someone who is comfortable with who they are. Who isn’t ashamed of herself. Who isn’t scared of venturing into her own imagination.

I feel these things and at the same time I don’t want you to fix them.

You’re always trying to fix things.

Maybe I don’t need things to be fixed.

If I am not good enough for you now, what makes you think that I can be good enough for you later?

I should be perfect just the way I am. I should be enough for you regardless. 

You say that I am, but if I was, then why would be trying to fix me?

I hope you read this.

› 5 2 8 4 9 1: trust me, darling, this isn't what you want.

haltingly:

You don’t want me to get attached to you. No, trust me, you really, really don’t. When I get attached, I get needy. I’ll want to make a home for myself inside your ribcage and learn the exact contour of your body. I’ll want to count the notches in your spine with delicate, patient…

I don’t deserve you.