birdy.

I know exactly how this is going to sound, and its not good.
But honestly, you’re lying if you disagree: there is satisfaction in the idea that you touched someones life, and fucked them up so bad, that you changed them.

Yes its so terrible selfish and somewhat cruel. Although sometimes its nice to think that someone, somewhere did, or even still does give a fuck about you. Enough even, that they’re reduced to asking about you, asking others if you still love them. Becoming almost as pathetic as yourself.

Actually I was mistaken, its not satisfaction, more comfort. Knowing that yes, they do remember you every once in a while and yes sometimes they even miss you. That yes, maybe you’re not fighting a losing battle here.

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