Then I look around and everyone around me has their person. But where’s mine? Why everytime I let somebody in I get disrespected and neglected? Why is it always me?
I’m hurtttting. Stressing about the past present and future. Some days I don’t even go downstairs in my own home. I wanna believe it’s gonna be ok, but it never feels like it. I don’t have a hand to hold or a person to call when I’m hurting. I don’t have that person to heal me.