Pass me another band-aid. Yes, again.

By now, I know not to expect too much. At least, I should know. It's funny how human nature often inhibits you from learning from your mistakes--you have to learn the lessons over and over the hard way.

And each time, I end up feeling hurt here, writing about it in some cathartic, emotionally-loaded blog entry. Again.

I just wish, for once (for real this time), I wasn't a lower priority. Sounds a little selfish, I suppose, but I think I'm not being unreasonable.

I want to be top priority. I've always wondered what it felt like. At this point, I'm not sure if I'd even be able to imagine it or appreciate it fully. It'd be too... foreign. But hey--I'd adjust to happiness. And security.



And... love?

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