December 07, 2014

I feel so lost even the thought of being found again seems surreal. I’m honestly tired, tired of trying tired of crying tired of trying to be something someone could want and would keep. But no, I would never be that girl. I’ll always be for the night. And with the daylight I’ll be the stranger you never knew. And then you ask me why I date these kind of people, honey. It’s faith, I never stopped believing or stopped looking for something real. But the real thing has ended, and it’s impossible for something that real to repeat. I feel so used and abused.