I fall in love with the ideas of people. The images in my head that I scramble together like a game. Because in my head I can pick and choose but in reality that isn’t the case. Not because I can’t pick and choose who has the right qualities but because no one picks me. That’s why I feel hurt because I’m alone and I feel alone constantly.

(via kristenicole-reyesss)


I just wish I had somebody who showed interest in me. Who asked me how my day went and generally cared about the answer. Somebody who wanted to talk to me all the time, and would think about me when we weren’t. I just want someone to care about me, or to want me. And I feel like for me maybe it’s too much to ask for.

(Source: curiovsly, via kristenicole-reyesss)