Never a priority.
If I could have a penny for every time I've felt this way, purposely or unintentionally, I'd be a rich woman.
Time and time again I find myself laying in my bed wondering why. Why not me? Why like this? Why... why.. why...
The advice I receive every always falls along the same lines:
"You're too smart."
"He's not the one."
"It's not that you're not their priority. Stop seeing it that way."
I am so ready to be loved in return and every time its unrequited. Every time.
I really think my heart is broken. If I would have gotten a penny for every time I've felt this way, maybe I could pay myself reconstructive surgery.
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