you’re so kind and gentle but i’m not what you want. i don’t think you’re “lying” to me, but you’re my favorite person and it’s probably obvious. you give me so much permission to get worse for you, but i’m not who you want, so i really don’t understand what you’re trying to achieve with me. are words just words to you, or do you enjoy playing with me? doesn’t matter. but if you knew anything about me, you really would realize how awful i am. that’s why i don’t believe your overwhelming kindness for a second