Queen Boudica
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Sad. I want to be someone else. I want to be who that little girl could have been if she had been loved and made to feel special, not what I became.
Trying to hold onto when I did feel loved at my nan's house. If I could feel enough of that love, maybe the other stuff will melt away. But that stuff is always there, lurking there, assassinating any chance I have of feeling good about myself. It is wrong to feel good about myself, not allowed, mabye only for a brief moment, before the nasty stuff comes back.
Trying to hold onto when I did feel loved at my nan's house. If I could feel enough of that love, maybe the other stuff will melt away. But that stuff is always there, lurking there, assassinating any chance I have of feeling good about myself. It is wrong to feel good about myself, not allowed, mabye only for a brief moment, before the nasty stuff comes back.