This feeling of despair in my heart means something. I know something is going to happen. It usually happens when I'm about to get dumped. I know it's coming. I need to prepare myself. I'll be okay I need to remember that. I'll. Be. Okay. I have a job. I have a place of my own. I have transportation. My meds. I'll be okay. It's a temporary setback. If I prepare myself now it won't hurt as much later. It will however prove myself right. Nobody wants me. Nobody stays. I'm too much. I'm baggage. I'm broken. Unlovable. A mess. But it's okay. Maybe one day I'll be okay with being alone. Maybe one day I'll find comfort in solitude. I wish that day was today. I know this will hurt. It always does. But I pick myself up. I just want love though. I want to be loved and treasured. This isn't fair. Why do I drive everyone away? What's so wrong with me? Why am I never good enough for anyone? I'm so full of love and kindness. Fuck! WHY AM I NOT ENOUGH!
YOU ARE READING
The Girl With A Broken Mind
Random*Adult Content* I'm turning my blog/diary into a book. They are basically diary postings without the dates. They are random postings about whatever I'm feeling that day. Very raw, very detailed about my life. My blog and now this book is to help peo...
