I feel like I have broken all my bones to mould myself into something lovable only to be told I'm still not good enough. Condemned to a life begging for approval but when I try to find who sentenced me this way I only find myself. I'm fucking sick and tired of this shit. I'm tired of being alone and having to earn love when I give it away so freely. Am I wrong for expecting it back or wrong for ever giving it? Or perhaps my love is worth so very little I could pour my heart out and it's not worth anyone's affections. So much later, I still can't shake the feeling of worthlessness. Fuck this.
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