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Spending all my nights alone-- waiting for-- you to call me

At some point I’ll have to stop listening to Brockhampton.

I decided, it’s okay to be sad. It’s okay to be wrong. And it’s okay to be vulnerable...I mean, why even bother having friends if I can’t talk to them. What’s not okay is wallowing and that’s exactly what I’ve been doing. Wallowing as though my despair has no depth. Rather, it’s an endless surface effecting everything that I touch.

You're the only one I want--by my side--when I fall asleep

Also, it’s okay for me to miss him, even if the him I miss doesn’t exist. No, he does exist but only in my mind. In a way that’s comforting, because I made up the man I love. Then again, I also have to take responsibility for the fact that we’re on and off. If he can’t give me what I want, then why do I continue to give him what he wants?

Tell me what I'm waiting for
Tell me what I'm waiting for

It’s not like I need him. He can’t do anything for me I can’t do for myself. And yet...I still miss him. But that doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if I miss him...because I’m worth more than a “miss”.

I’m worth love.

Until Next Time,

-❤️👽