When I think about killing myself, I like to think you'd be disappointed in me for doing it.
And when I tell myself no one loves me, I like to think you'd be upset with me for thinking so little of you.
When I think I'm ugly, I like to think you're attracted to me just a little and that's why you thought you wanted to date me.
When I starve myself, I like to think you'd be disappointed in me for making poor health choices.
When I feel like cutting my thighs, I like to think that one day I'll regret it because then I'd never be able to wear shorts and go on hiking trips with you.
When I realize that I'm truly alone, I like to think that you've thought about me at least once that day.
When I feel like crying, I like to think that one day you'll hold me through some of my future break downs.
I love to tear myself down, but the thought of you makes me want to be better, so that I'll be worthy of having someone like you in my life.
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What I Want
RandomA book for all the stuff I write in my notes about the guy I like.