Reveal An Uncomfortable Truth About Yourself

I really, really want somebody to love me, but even I don't think I'm worthy of it.

After all these years, I think I still hate myself.

We all want to be loved. From experience, it is heartbreaking to love a person who hates themselves. To watch them destroy themselves ends up destroying you. I truly hope you can come to appreciate and care for yourself. They say love attracts love...or something like that.

As for me I convince myself daily that I don’t need to be loved. But at night, the yearning to be seen and desired upon first meeting haunts me...soulmates and such. I suppose I see the romantic side of my personality as a curse...I need to work on that.
 
We all want to be loved. From experience, it is heartbreaking to love a person who hates themselves. To watch them destroy themselves ends up destroying you. I truly hope you can come to appreciate and care for yourself. They say love attracts love...or something like that.

As for me I convince myself daily that I don’t need to be loved. But at night, the yearning to be seen and desired upon first meeting haunts me...soulmates and such. I suppose I see the romantic side of my personality as a curse...I need to work on that.

It isn't a sin to dream of having that wonderful, fantasy romance that we all grew up being told we could have. Don't be so hard on yourself. :rose:
 
We all want to be loved. From experience, it is heartbreaking to love a person who hates themselves. To watch them destroy themselves ends up destroying you. I truly hope you can come to appreciate and care for yourself. They say love attracts love...or something like that.

As for me I convince myself daily that I don’t need to be loved. But at night, the yearning to be seen and desired upon first meeting haunts me...soulmates and such. I suppose I see the romantic side of my personality as a curse...I need to work on that.

For me it’s a similar yearning to be seen and desired but by the person who promised they always would.
 
Uncomfortable....OK. I don't people well. I want to be liked on some level, but just cannot stomach the steps requisite to achieve such.

Not that I'm mean sprited or ill mannered (unless provoked); but people drain me.
 
I have a self proclaimed problem with alcohol. I realize it, acknowledge it, and lament it. I Wish I didn't need it to not feel stabby.
 
I wish things in my life were different. Mistakes that were made, dreams long forgotten and not aggressive with the wants I remember from long ago.
 
Those holiday commercials where the college student comes home and has no time for his mom but then at the end eats some pie with her. Those commercials kinda choke me up but I have to admit I kinda sorta want to punch the sweater wearing dad. He looks like half-an-asshole.
 
I prefer the after cuddling to sex itself.

Lol...sigh...I’ve always been terrible at lying.
 
Sometimes...when I’m at my most daring...I’ll use the crosswalk when the hand is flashing.

That’s just how bad-ass I am.
 
People always describe me as innocent, I’m starting to think it’s naivety. It’s a habit I want to break, as it seems to lead to a lot of heartache, but I don’t know how. I give too much, and it needs to stop.
 
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