just giving up on everyone
we’re going back to ‘not reaching out’ mode
if i’m already writing with you, via ask, or whatever, fine. you get to keep me around.
if not, you have to come to me. there will be no more cute and sweet flower deliveries, no more roaming kitty. i’m tired of being hurt, i’m tired of doing things wrong and not knowing what they are. i’m tired of seeing posts on my dash of people complaining that they are someone’s second best or third best, when i know they’ve pushed me away when i tried to make them my primary.
i don’t know what i have to do differently, who i have to be, to be acceptable. to be wanted. for my wanting to be acceptable.