I’ve spent my whole life wanting, no, NEEDING to be needed.

That’s sad, I guess.

I just always wanted to be someone’s number 1, I wanted to be the person people can’t live without. I guess that makes me needy and clingy and all kinds of other negative things. I guess I shouldn’t think like that.

I guess it’d just be nice to know that there was someone out there who couldn’t bear not talking to me for even a day, who needed to hear my voice and see my face just as badly as they needed to breathe.

I know that’s probably wrong and selfish and not okay. I’ve just had so much reinforcement from books and movies and pop culture that that’s what love is, and I don’t know, maybe I set my expectations too high. People change, I guess.

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