marco

When I look at you it’s seeing all my dreams come true;
but also when I look at you, it’s like my heart fills with a coldness that I cannot thaw.

I dread this feeling as much as I cherish it. I relish every moment, every twinge of pain as much as I despise myself for it.

I am an entirely stupid person who thinks that just because I wanted to, I could feel sorry enough for myself that somebody else will feel enough to comfort me and if possible love me.