full circle

God, I don't even know where to start. I fucked myself up, super badly. I regret everything. All I wanted was to be loved. My soul is just begging, crying, screaming, please just love me for the person I am, not for my appearance. Please don't lust after me. Please love me for my quirks. Please love me for the way I appreciate pink skies, and for how I run towards every cat I see. Please don't lust after me. Please love me for my music taste, and please admire my vinyl collection. Please love me for the way I talk about my passion in art. Please take me out on dates so I can dress up for you. Please love me on my bad days, please hold me when I cry. Please love me enough that you can wait patiently for me to learn how to open up to people again. Please don't just lust after me. Please love me for me. I know I shouldn't rely on people, but I can't do this anymore. If I go any further, I don't think I'll ever open up to people anymore. Please. Can someone just listen to me?