Recently, I really do not want a SO, I really just want a
person to take care of me. Like call me to ask me if I am alright, text me to
see that I am alive, understand me, pamper me. Hear me crib. Pick me up, drop me. Really that is it. I
don’t want anything else, Just concern. I feel I keep on taking care of other
people, ensuring that they reached home safely or that they are emotionally
alright, that they have eaten ot if they are ill then they are taking their
medicines on time. I generally do not expect anything in return. But I am just
so tired these days, plus I am so emotional. I really just want to be held
tightly. I want someone to focus their entire existence on me but at the same
time I do not want to be smothered which eventually ends up happening. I saw
this guy going to pick up his daughter on the bus stand and I missed my dad or
anyone like that who could come and pick me up.
I then talked to my dad in the night
and I felt so pissed at him asking me all these invasive question about why I
work late and how I should come home early and then I realized that this was
the concern I have craving for but when I get it I get annoyed. I want to be
pampered and taken care of but at the same time I just want to be left alone
and be independent. I am so confused and so conflicted about what I want from
life. I think what that NGMA hottie old me true we just want to find ways to
make ourselves miserable, humans are not in pursuit of happiness, they are in
pursuit of misery. I wonder should I have taken his number or given him my
correct number.
I want someone to be insanely protective of me, to take care
of me. I think the central theme of this entire piece is my insane need to be
taken care of. I think I have romanticized this concept of being cared for way
too much. I mean think about it why else
would someone else give up the independence she has been craving for since she
was 9 and tie her wagon with someone else. I am pretty sure I have gone cuckoo
and am having withdrawal symptoms from coffee yeah that makes perfect sense, otherwise why would I
regret not giving my number to that fuckboy. Yes, I am going to chalk this insanity to coffee withdrawal symptom.
I could have been run over yesterday and no one would have
realized for atleast six hour- 8 hours.
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