Love, Theoretically

by Ali Hazelwood

I’d give everyone the me they wanted, needed, craved, and in exchange they’d care about me.

I find that people like me better if they don’t have to expend emotional energy on me.

Same girl same.

Have I been doing it all wrong? Maybe instead of getting people to think that I’m worth their time, I should stop giving a shit about them? Hmm. Food for thought.

“Bold of you to assume that the real me is my best hand.” That stupid, crooked half smile is back. “Foolish of you to think it isn’t.”

See? Excellent multitasking skills. Almost as though I’m not a human disaster juggling several subclinical mood disorders at any given time.

I think I might be happy. Though due to a lack of hands-on experience, I cannot be sure.

Me for real