There’s literally no way to tell how many chameleons are in your house

I think I just kind of lost it. I think the moment I realized everything meant nothing I was looking for anyone to distract me. Well, I found the worst person possible to fill that void. But I’m being selfish and only thinking about myself. I’m motivated only by what is making me feel better and honestly, I have no regard for anyone’s feelings but my own. And I don’t care. And I’m shamelessly admitting it. No one I’ve been with has ever bothered to consider my feelings, and I am so fucking fed up with always being the one that despite EVERYTHING cares more. The one that locks myself in an empty room and cries, yet still feels guilty for kissing someone else later that night, even though it’s only to get my mind off you. I love you and you don’t give a damn. So this is what I’m doing to get over you, no matter how wrong it is.