at least i can say i tried. but i suppose at the end the day, i can’t see how anyone would have a genuine interest in me. that feeling wont go away until i do something about that.

i know these things and yet it still fucking hurts and reinforces the fact that i cannot and will not be enough.

i knew that she was going to make a comment about how i was decorating things; that it wasn’t going to be enough and it hurts.