I hate her. Because she reminds me of me.
Hello. My name is Lady Ashley.
But you can call me Brett.
I am vain
yet insecure.
I am envious
yet compassionate.
And the ultimate crisis of my life is a fear of being alone.
So I surround myself with anyone who remotely pretends to care.
Time passes and I realize that no one really cares; this isn’t love.
And I run back to him. My refuge.
Because I know no matter who I run to, he will always be there for me to run back to.
My Jake.
I can’t honestly tell you he truly loves me
Neither do I truly love him.
But
I can say that I love knowing that he’s here to stay.
It brings me comfort to know that if all else goes wrong I still have my backup plan;
My Jake.
And I know it’s cruel.
But my once idealistic view of love has been so shattered
and I am more than contempt with what I am doing.
There are no Landon Carters or Noah Calhouns in this world. But there is
My Jake.
And it may be that I am lowering my standards.
And it may be that I am becoming tainted.
It will only be for a little while, though.
Until I find another sugar-coated-sour soul.
And I taste the sugar and say, “Wow. Nothing can ever be better.”
But eventually the sugar wears off
and everything is sour again.
Then once again I run and run and run until I find
My Jake.
All this
because of an overwhelming fear of loneliness.
And I know the right, wise, and moral thing to do.
I just don’t want to.
Yet it seems that my plan to get rid of loneliness has only made me more alone.
But I have become obsessed with having someone constantly there even if it is nothing but a fictitious act.
And so I run
From one person to another and another and another
Then back to Jake.
But it isn’t about him anymore.
No one understands; and no one cares.
And no one ever will.
So I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere
Forever.
With only me, and my fantastical desire to be loved.
I sincerely apologize for what I have done, am doing, and will do to you.
I realize my soul is sick and deeply inflicted.
But whatever you do, don’t ever leave.
Because I need you to take part in my plan
My plan of envy, deceit, and pretend.
So please don’t go.
I need my backup plan.
But you can call me Brett.
I am vain
yet insecure.
I am envious
yet compassionate.
And the ultimate crisis of my life is a fear of being alone.
So I surround myself with anyone who remotely pretends to care.
Time passes and I realize that no one really cares; this isn’t love.
And I run back to him. My refuge.
Because I know no matter who I run to, he will always be there for me to run back to.
My Jake.
I can’t honestly tell you he truly loves me
Neither do I truly love him.
But
I can say that I love knowing that he’s here to stay.
It brings me comfort to know that if all else goes wrong I still have my backup plan;
My Jake.
And I know it’s cruel.
But my once idealistic view of love has been so shattered
and I am more than contempt with what I am doing.
There are no Landon Carters or Noah Calhouns in this world. But there is
My Jake.
And it may be that I am lowering my standards.
And it may be that I am becoming tainted.
It will only be for a little while, though.
Until I find another sugar-coated-sour soul.
And I taste the sugar and say, “Wow. Nothing can ever be better.”
But eventually the sugar wears off
and everything is sour again.
Then once again I run and run and run until I find
My Jake.
All this
because of an overwhelming fear of loneliness.
And I know the right, wise, and moral thing to do.
I just don’t want to.
Yet it seems that my plan to get rid of loneliness has only made me more alone.
But I have become obsessed with having someone constantly there even if it is nothing but a fictitious act.
And so I run
From one person to another and another and another
Then back to Jake.
But it isn’t about him anymore.
No one understands; and no one cares.
And no one ever will.
So I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere
Forever.
With only me, and my fantastical desire to be loved.
I sincerely apologize for what I have done, am doing, and will do to you.
I realize my soul is sick and deeply inflicted.
But whatever you do, don’t ever leave.
Because I need you to take part in my plan
My plan of envy, deceit, and pretend.
So please don’t go.
I need my backup plan.
