April 21, 2018
Summer Tongues came on shuffle, and just like that a two-year attempt at acceptance comes crashing down. I then allow myself to queue songs by Anberlin, Copeland, etc. "Allow" is always the operative word for my actions when it comes to you. Because I have learned a long time ago that it's easy to switch feelings off. I'm an expert, thanks to you and all the others. I fall in love with the wrong ones...those who cannot love me back and are honest enough to tell me so. They won't even give me the illusion of being wanted.