Back to square one.

One of my downfalls is my inability to stand up for myself when it comes to you. You're walking all over me, you're stringing me along and I'm letting you; I'm continually letting myself get fucked over because I care so goddamn much about you. I know I'm better than this, but my heart won't let me be.

An enigma.

Her everything is his something.
She will never be good enough for him.

Dysphoria.

It's demanding
it's disappointing
it's deceiving
it's life.

Man the fuck up.

Dammit.

It hurts so unbearably much. You make me miserable.

Altruistic.

Driven by this desire to satisfy your expectations of me, I'm losing myself in this process. You are changing the person I want to be into a person you need me to be. I am entitled to my own freedom, but because I'm so caught up with trying to make it all okay, I oblige. I can't do this alone.