run ons and [fragments]

What pisses me indefinitely is that of late, I have lost all semblance of pride and/or self-importance. Walled myself instead, with insecurities. Almost always willing to beg my way into being a part of your life. Feeling as if I wouldn’t buy my way in just by being myself, or just by waiting. I disgust even myself.

And yet as soon as I am willing to walk away from both you and this ridiculous version of myself, you say something that brings me unimaginable tingling. I then hurry back to you, and for something so irritatingly simple, like ‘hi.’