I wish someone would love me. I wish someone saw something more than trouble in my story. I wish someone took a chance because not everything is as it seems. I wish someone wouldn’t discourage my ruthless actions but would join me. I wish someone would accept the fact that we won’t always be together. I wish someone was there for me the way I needed them to. I wish someone would hold my hand in the dark. I wish someone would sing along with my favorite songs. I wish someone would take me to parties and share drinks. I wish for so many things, for someone to experience life with.
I wish that I’d love myself more.
I do, but I wish it was enough.
The overthinking 