subject line: i can't relate



Everyone is writing about the boys in their beds and it’s making me cry. It’s making me cry because you know what? I’m twenty-five years old, and the most I’ve ever done is hold hands with some guy when I was eighteen.
Someone tell me if the wait is worth it, because every night I turn over and my sheets seem a little colder than the night before.

The saddest part is, there’s no one who would crawl in it with me even if I invited them.

So why the hell do I care if the wait is worth it? I think I’ll just be waiting forever. You all don’t know how lucky you even are to have someone next to you, even if you doubt you love him. Some part of you does. People tell me they love me, but I sleep alone at night. I feel like that says a lot.