Longing.

I am seldom a 110% satisfied. and I annoy myself with it a lot. I'm always searching but I find no answers and if and when I do, it's seldom good enough. I hate that I'm like that. but I do acknowledge that it's probably one of my biggest flaws. a big, disgusting flaw.

but then again, I guess all I want is comfort... true, genuine comfort. the kind that makes you feel that nothing can ever go wrong. Constant words of assurance that tell you you're never going to be left alone to weather storms. a truely devoted person to give you unconditional love and to promise you the world.

stupid fairytales.