Irony

I realized today that one of the things I crave most, the desire to be loved and to have someone who will talk to me first, and someone who doesn’t get annoyed when I text them, and someone who truly, deeply cares about me, is something I can never have unless I give that back to those who want it from me. I have been talking to someone who cares about me, and always texts me first. How big of a bitch am I that I long for someone to text me first when I simply push this poor sap away because they’re not “good enough for me” or “they’re not the most attractive person.” I wish I could simply stop living because of this pain I feel, only to find out that its my own fault, because what goes around, comes around bitch.