I love how I get upset, knowing that I do it to myself.
I love how I'm nervous but I've made it clear that I don't care. I want to do well but I fucked it up for myself.
I love how everything "bad" that happens to me, I probably could have prevented at least some if it.
I love how I was happy my fantasy came true, when really, it was a bad thing.
I love how being put away gave me a sense of accomplishment, like finally getting in their faces and screaming "HA! LOOK! ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION NOW?!"
I love how I cried and begged to come home, when I thought that's what I wanted.
I love how I'm so confused.
I love how maybe, just maybe, I do these things on purpose.
I love how I'm obviously not ok, but they act like I'm fine.
I love how I play along an encourage it.
I love how I love attention.
I love that I'm insane.
I love how I wish I was insane, but I'm not really.
I love that being insane makes me think I'll be unique.
I love my need for drama, always.
I love how I want to be a dramatic, special, mysterious person.
I love how I'm not.
I love how none of this makes sense.
I love how he'll never love me.
I love hating.
I love lying because I love keeping secrets to myself.
I love how I do stupid shit so I can feel special.
I love how on the outside I don't care, but inside, it's all I think about.
I love how one day I'll show them all.
I love the false hope.
What do you love?
