Looking back I see all the pain that I've endured and there is so much more than this. I actually believed life could be different for me, but it was just a fleeting moment. People say I love you so easily, but it really doesn't mean a thing. I resigned myself to the fact a long time ago that I was somehow cursed; Never to be truly loved. Is this how Christ felt? Loving with every ounce of his being to the point of death and so many don't even care. I'm just not good enough for anyone!
