I think I’m mature but I’m so unfinished and raw. 

I’m so lonely. I just want someone to care. I want to be wanted. To be needed - would be so much more satisfying. It’s been so long since anyone cared. I fall for strangers everyday like a fourteen year old. Making up scenarios for comfort.

I’m pretending this man that textes me really cares when it’s really all about my flesh. 

I made a life-changing decision in the shower this morning. I’m just going to stop lying to myself and consoling my undesirable heart with men who want nothing but to use me. 

I’m going to love science and theories and my mum.