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…
Tag: pity
Scraps.
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.
The Dirty Truth 