Who am I?
Who am I, in this world? How can I possibly have such an effect on another human being? How can someone love me so much that they cannot shove me aside? Why is it that I can have this power? I do not deserve it. And nor do they.
What the fuck do I have that makes someone addicted to me? I cannot comprehend it. But it sucks ass, as they say. I do not deserve it. I do not deserve it. I do not deserve it. I keep telling myself this. So why is it here? I do not deserve it. I do not deserve it. I do not deserve it.
I do not deserve to have someone tell me that they cannot forget me. That they cannot go on without hoping to have me. Not simply sexually, but in their life. I am not that special. I am not that special. I am not that special.
I. AM. NOT. THAT. FUCKING. SPECIAL.
I. DO. NOT. FUCKING. DESERVE. IT.
In the past, people who have been special to me have treated me like shit. I have found that, in most cases, I can hate their stinkin' guts. Why can this not be the case? Why can I not treat this person shitty enough to push them away? I ask myself this over and over and over and over and over, and even over again. Do I sound obsessive compulsive right now? Perhaps a bit. But I am mostly reiterating it to myself that I do not deserve this love. This love that I have betrayed. This love that won't fucking stop. This love that I cannot fully reciprocate. This love that is tragic.
Who am I, in this world? How can I possibly have such an effect on another human being? How can someone love me so much that they cannot shove me aside? Why is it that I can have this power? I do not deserve it. And nor do they.
What the fuck do I have that makes someone addicted to me? I cannot comprehend it. But it sucks ass, as they say. I do not deserve it. I do not deserve it. I do not deserve it. I keep telling myself this. So why is it here? I do not deserve it. I do not deserve it. I do not deserve it.
I do not deserve to have someone tell me that they cannot forget me. That they cannot go on without hoping to have me. Not simply sexually, but in their life. I am not that special. I am not that special. I am not that special.
I. AM. NOT. THAT. FUCKING. SPECIAL.
I. DO. NOT. FUCKING. DESERVE. IT.
In the past, people who have been special to me have treated me like shit. I have found that, in most cases, I can hate their stinkin' guts. Why can this not be the case? Why can I not treat this person shitty enough to push them away? I ask myself this over and over and over and over and over, and even over again. Do I sound obsessive compulsive right now? Perhaps a bit. But I am mostly reiterating it to myself that I do not deserve this love. This love that I have betrayed. This love that won't fucking stop. This love that I cannot fully reciprocate. This love that is tragic.
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My kids are worse at times about throwing up, too. Hopefully Veruca will give you an extended reprieve.
Good thoughts back at you.
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