Feelings Are A Waste.

Feelings are fucking confusing. Love isn’t supposed to make you feel conflicted but yet here I am torn. I’ve built a home all by myself, I wonder what can he provide for me that I have already given myself? I don’t need reassurance, financial help, or even a partner really. so i wonder what exactly…


I was so desperate for  love and acceptance I  was happy for any  scraps you would toss  my way.  I would scarf them  down my throat &  beg for more. I was  just happy someone  noticed me enough to pity me.  & that’s just fucking pathetic.