I’m fuckable, not loveable. It’s not because I’m only desirable for sex, believe me, I know my body isn’t the type of body that boys would beg to have sex with. I’m fuckable, not loveable because I don’t think I’m someone with whom anyone could be truly in love with. I’m too much work. I worry too much. I’m too difficult, too complex. Everyone I’ve ever been with has seen me this way at some point and just realized that I’m not worth the effort, that I’m too much to deal with
half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half is just hopeless
