What is a situationship?
Do you even love me?
What do you want to know about me?
I’d prefer you tell what goes on in your mind.
Why is a read message, unanswered?
Why does dotting the I’s and crossing the t’s scare you?
What am I to you?
What are you to me?
Are we even friends?
Where do you see yourself?
Why do you always leave your heart behind bars and your brain outside of your skull?
How do you know how to manipulate so much?
Am I fat?
Am I old?
Am I too old? Too young?
Am I not approachable? Not datable?
Why can’t I fall in love again? or out of it?
Define yourself, really.
Is that tarot reading correct?
Did I forget the 1,2,3’s of living correctly?
What happened?
What happened to us?
What happened to them? You?
Did time do me well?
Did time screw me well?
Am I stupid for believing? For falling? For forgiving?
Am I doing the right thing?
Should I not be doing the right thing?
Are you afraid of what people will say?
Are you afraid of the truth?
Am I belittling myself? Or blowing my ego?
Should I step away? Or step in?
Should I confront? Or let it go?
Do you even give 2 shits? Or are you giving shits to another?
Why can’t I train a heart?
Why can’t I force forgetfulness?
Why can’t I unmeet you?
Why can’t I commit when I want to commit?
Why am I easily read?
Are there band-aids for trust? Hearts? Brain? Traumas?
Why don’t they do the things that are done to them?
There should be a reset button on mistakes.
Life should be written with a pencil, because somethings should be easily erased.
Weight loss should be easy – just like weight gain.
Why do things fall with age? Why don’t they float?
Why can’t I be myself with you?
Why am don’t you like this self?
Why do people like to change others and then leave them?
Why am I where I am?
Is this the chapter where I kinda go off lines and start doodling daydreams that never come true?
Am I too nice? Too mean?
Why isn’t anxiety nicer?
I wish panic attacks are parties to the heart and not boxing sessions.
Am I just satisfaction?
I know you will never love me.
I know this will never happen.
Am I marriage material? or not?
Why no?
Did me canceling my wedding curse me from ever getting married?
I have love that wears that of a “mother’s love”, “father’s love”, “sister’s, brother’s, friend’s, partner’s, lover’s” but it’s not treated reciprocated.
Are my habits that bad?
Do people like me sober?
Do people like me more drunk?
Am I a good mentor?
Do you think I’m a good listener?
I can’t be two-faced, I am not blessed with a poker face.
Do I love you for the wrong reasons?
Do I even love myself… enough?
What happened along the way?
Why did you break me? Did I deserve it?
“Wakes up, finds self in therapist chair.”
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