𝓦ritings — 𝓟ost 3 ‧₊˚. ݁₊

𝓣oo 𝓜uch?

I keep wondering if I’m too much—too loud, too needy, too desperate to be noticed. Maybe my friends get tired of hearing my name, of hearing me talk, of having me around. So I laugh it off and call myself an attention seeker before anyone else can. I make jokes about being annoying because somehow it hurts less when I say it first. But the truth is, I don’t always want attention. Sometimes I just don’t want to feel invisible. I want to feel wanted without having to earn it, to sit beside someone without wondering if they’re wishing I would leave. Maybe I’m not too much. Maybe I’m just lonely—and loneliness has a way of making even the smallest need feel like a burden. 

— Lex.