SIRKISSHY
All I'd been wishing for, to finally believe someone will love me as much as I love them. It's not the case of questioning my worth - I know very well that I am deserving of all the devotion in the world. No lie or fake smile of mine can disprove me of that privilege. But who? Tell me, who will give me what I rightfully deserve, after years of people I vowed to protect stepping all over me and leaving me behind to rot in my own dust? Show yourself. Let me dream, let me believe!!
I wanted to believe that the day I die, I will become fictional. It's quite obvious that this stems off from wanting my favorite characters to be real, comforting me and always by my side. One day, I take the real world into consideration. This hellhole is a shitty place, even if it is sometimes beautiful to an extent. All the memories, simple indulgences, exploration and things alike, there are their sad counterparts. Do I find worth in it? Perhaps, yes. But I'll only meet true happiness if I could disappear into a never-ending loop of seeing the characters I held dear so much more than others. I have good reason to believe that. I don't have to tell anyone why. I just believe.