bittersweet amour.

twenty four.

I'm just so fucking annoyed of people using me.
I thought you were different but you turned out to be just the same as the rest of this world.
I'm disappointed, but not surprised.
maybe my insecurities, are a little too much to handle for everyone.
maybe I can't love myself, because of everything that has happened to me.
maybe I'm just a person who's meant to be alone.
I don't want to be. But I am.
everyone just tags me along, until someone better comes,
then I'm left to drown in my own insecurities and flaws.
that's just how I see myself.
a fucking mistake.