I’m stoned and I want to text you.
10 years and i’m still repeating the patterns.
get stoned, spew my guts to you, have you reject me once again.
tonight i will not give in.
April 2020 update:
Turns out rejection is how I feel loved. This is my comfort, and it’s why I’ve continued to put myself in positions where I’ll get rejected. It feels like home.
