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Sometimes I can't help but wonder why I still haven't met my person yet. In the past, people always tell me how amazing of a person I am and how anyone would be so lucky to have me- that I deserve better; yet no one ever chooses me. I'm always the boy before "the one". The boy they hurt before they go off and be amazing for someone else. The one that is good enough for something casual and not something longwhile. I'm the stepping stone. The one they make mistakes with before they grow up and be mature and give the world they promised me to another boy. I can't help but wonder if I am meant for something beautiful as well; at least in this lifetime. I have so much love to give but it always ends up with the wrong people; those who just took it all for granted. I know it's them but I just can't help but ask myself sometimes if there is something wrong with me?
Is there something wrong with the way I part my hair? is there something wrong with the way talk? do I speak too loud? or with the way I put powder before going out? Is there something with the way I act? Is there something wrong with the way I love? Is there something in me that I need to change? Am I too weird or too strange? No none probably knows the answer to all these, but even I question myself.
It's kinda sad to think that way, but I forgot how I was before all the hurt. Everyday is always a struggle to find happiness and be content. I mean, how could I find it easy when all my life I never truly felt what it means to be chosen. To be noticed. To be figured out. To be considered. To be heard. To be understood. I have so much love to give, and I just want to get the back for once. For once, I also wish to be chosen.
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