Dreams cause heartache

Dear no one,
I am the type of girl that falls head over heels for anyone that payed attention to me. Or at least I used to be.
I used to pick at the walls next to my bed because I suffered from anxiety and depression.
I believe in the afterlife and I'm hoping to see you there.
I felt worthless until this year.
I believe I was a hippie or a Native American in a past life.
I don't want to make a name for myself, I simply want to be happy.
I love baths and books. In that order.
If you brought me coffee in the morning, I would love you forever.
I'm easily pleased, but in turn easily discouraged.
I think love is real, but for every person it comes in a different form.
Family, marriage, or animals tends to be the main types.
I hate talking about myself because all I want is to know about others
The only boyfriend that I loved dearly, left me. Without a fight.
He actually said its something he wanted.
I fear getting married because I don't want to be hurt.
I hate being vulnerable.
I'm very independent.
I want to travel the world and teach my children of it's riches. And no, I'm not talking about money.
I conjure up deep and sometimes dark thoughts because that's what I see.
I analyze. EVERYTHING.
I'm a very alone type of being, but I have yet to feel truly lonely.
I have few friends because I don't trust.
I let few people know me for the same reasons.
I've been through a lot. It makes me seem older than I am emotionally.
I think. Most people don't anymore.

Dear nobody,
I wish I could find love, and I thought I did, but now I realize that that form of love is not for me.
I now only wish that you will find it.
But now it can't be through me.


Love, someone.

Worth more

You may not be pushing me away, but you're not fighting for me either.


Sincerely,
    Peace teas and colored t's