I’ve had my heart broken so bad that I don’t believe I’m ever gonna find someone who will love me. I’m not saying this and secretly hoping that I’m wrong. I believe it. I’ve finally given up on it the way I’ve given up on being able to be happy because I’m alive. The way I’ve made peace with knowing that I’ll live each day wishing I wasn’t alive and wanting to kill myself. I used to have some hope. But there’s nothing left now.
Sometimes no matter what you do or say, you just can't be enough. Enjoy the blog of sadness and despair, with not a slight of hope. Constantly being shown that I’m not enough for anyone, not even myself. Too numb at this point to feel.
