i am the newspaper
thrown onto your doorstep
wanting, waiting to be read.
you glance at the front cover
and toss me into the recycling bin.
you pat yourself on the back,
you think you are doing the world good,
recycling.
"We accept the love we think we deserve."
--Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky (via
whoknowsjohndoe)
Maybe that’s why things never work out for me. I don’t think I deserve anything. But then I get those random bursts of self-confidence, very occasionally, during which I talk to myself a lot and list all the reasons why I am better than certain peers. Yet I still accept no love. Maybe I’m a little philophobic. (via
missiesahib)