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Aquaphor.
What kind of ChapStick do you like?
Personally I think never experiencing romantic attention has done something irreparable to me.
I’ve never happened to be the one anyone likes.
Always the source of amusement they put into “f*ck, marry, kill”.
The only time I’ve ever had someone interested in me is for my body.
“Do you send?”
“Want to skip class and go to my car?”
But when I say no and refuse and don’t come the submission,
I am put to the side as if I never existed.
That has ruined me in more ways than imaginable.
I’ve had people genuinely tell me they don’t think I will ever find love.
I play it off like I don’t care,
But I do,
I care as much as a mother is supposed to love her kids.
People say that looks are superficial and I shouldn’t want to look like other girls and that it’s okay to be unique, but I want to look like the other girls.
Call me selfish but I want to fit in.
I want to be looked at like I am beautiful.
I want to be looked at like I am loved.
Not just a one night stand.
I am filled with hatred of being a hopeless romantic in a world that is overrun by hookup culture.
Anyways, I like Aquaphor.
What once happened,
What once was here,
What I wanted,
What I wished,
is no longer near.
I despise being a hopeless romantic in a world that is overrun by hookup culture.
My heart is made of gold but does true love even exist anymore?
I am worth more than what I am receiving. I am worth more than just my body.
I deserve for someone to truly love me.