[Never thought I’d let Taylor headline my post]
Feeling sick of being worshipped. Don’t fucking dare to adore me romantically, I still don’t know the way to show that I’m not sharing it, gently, and it makes me sick. It hurts even though no one is in fault.
I was just pretending to be a good and outgoing (at a short moment this evening). I’m not. I hate the most. I’d kill if only I was let to pay a low price for such thing.
I know or strongly hope this bullshit will pass just as quickly as it came into my life.
I know you’re teaching me a lesson. Thank you, I guess.
