I'm not important to him.
I am not important to him. He is any number of men that I have given my attention to recently. This realization has paralized me. It has taken my will to smile, care about my appearance, laugh. I am not important to him.
I am fed-up, tired, and frustrated. Why do we do this? Why are we always looking for someone to love us? Why isn't the love we give ourselves ever enough? Why can't I teach myself that it is enough? I would like to believe that there will come a day when I say, "Fuck you, I don't care what you think. It's not important."
I'm not there yet.
I am fed-up, tired, and frustrated. Why do we do this? Why are we always looking for someone to love us? Why isn't the love we give ourselves ever enough? Why can't I teach myself that it is enough? I would like to believe that there will come a day when I say, "Fuck you, I don't care what you think. It's not important."
I'm not there yet.
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