I hate rainy days. I always get stuck at home and then I think too much.
Like right now, I'm thinking about how god damn picky I am. All I do is fantasize about the perfect man I will someday meet and fall in love with. Tall, dark, handsome. But I don't wanna save him. I'm so sick of being the girl who saves someone.
It's either the guy who had his heart broken and needs its fixed, so I try and fail. Because no one can fix you or save you. You have to save yourself. Or it's the guy with anger issues that I try to calm down but I end up being his punching bag. My body ends up being what calms him down. I don't want to be with guys like this anymore. I can't, I wouldn't be able to take it. Cause eventually after all these unsaved guys pile up and weigh down on my heart, I end up being the one who needs to be saved.
But I don't want to be saved. Just loved, trusted, treated with respect and kindness. And sometimes I feel like that is too much to ask. Is that too much to ask? Can you only get two out of three. I know you have to sacrifice for love. But how much is too much to sacrifice?
