lost.

Words. They are all I have. I don’t believe in my looks. I don’t believe in my personality. I just have my words. Sometimes, that doesn’t help me out too much. But now, all I can rely on is my words. I am dying to love. It kills me to be as lonely as I am. I am terrified this is all I will ever know and I don’t want to die not experiencing the most incredible thing. Such a soulful connection, I long for it more than most and when I stop and think about my lack of it, a little piece of me dies inside.

I have the most amazing friends I could have ever hoped to obtain but they don’t fill that void that I need. I want someone to immerse myself in. I want to be the first thought on someone’s mind. I want to experience love in its entirety. I want to find someone I couldn’t imagine not having in my life, next to me, in the morning. I want to have children one day and I want to know that I matter.

I just want someone to want me.

I want something real.