In an effort to subdue the insatiable appetite for love inside me, I have found heartbreak and pain. My house is in shambles, and so it is with my life. I feel more unloved and rejected than I ever have. I brought this upon myself; there is is no one else I can blame. Sure, I can tell you that it stems from the lack of real love from my parents; who never felt loved themselves, and therefore, didn't know how to give it. I am an individual who can make the decision to love or not to love. I ask myself though many times, why do I love so much. I have had friendships that I have poured my entire heart into. They have never worked out. I feel like I give them my life, and they have much better to worry about. What I have to offer is not important anymore. Should I not expect love in return from someone?
I loved. I never told him that I loved him. The way that things go in my life..I wonder if he would have even cared.
Am I worthy? Really? NO.