I don’t want to be one of those people that don’t like their job or only work for the money. I want to do something that I love, get paid, and not even act like I’m working. One day, it’ll happen ..

I don’t need you to keep making myself feel worth something. I don’t need you to make me happy. I don’t want to be someone you entertain when you’re bored. I don’t want to be a second choice. I need to be without you and with you hanging around me, it doesn’t help. I don’t need you to make myself feel good. Well, at least that’s what I’ve been trying to tell myself.

I chose you.

I chose food.

You’ll realize how I was the one for you. How you threw it all away. When that day comes, I’ll smile and tell you the same things you once told me. That you’re my friend and that’s all I want us to be. And maybe, if you’re lucky, you’ll open your eyes and see how those words can never be comforting. And you’ll never say them again.

If it’s meant to be, she’ll come to me.