Okay, now I've hit the self-pity stage, again. I woke up this morning with this awful ache in my chest. Why did she think it was okay to hurt me so? I look at me, as a person, and all I can see are things that may have made her go. Was I too fat? Is my face not as handsome as his? Was I not witty enough? Did I say or do something that I did not realize was stupid? Was it because I'm not white? Do I not dress well? Did I bore her? Am I a boring person? Did I read the wrong books? It seems everything about me is wrong.
It's irrational, but I feel unloved.
It's irrational, but I feel unloved.
VIEW 7 of 7 COMMENTS
Though I did have to have my wisdom teeth out, obviously. The doctor who took 'em out later shot his wife in the leg!