He wants to fuck you, that's all.

I never thought it would be fine. But when I was ten and dragging myself to school even though I didn't felt like I had real friends, then I thought I would figure things out. I remember how I thought that when I was 18 I would have a boyfriend, an idea of what I wanted to do and well, just secure. Reality? Well, I'm confused and insecure, but I've learned some things at least. Like you won't love everyone you meet and they won't like you either, but that's fine. Because some people are too broken, too noisy or just too not you for you to like them. And when it's gets quiet that's OK too, 'cause if you have something to say you will say it and vice versa. I try so hard to live now. That's what I want. I don't want to overanalyze things, people or conversations but still I do. And that sucks. A lot.