See, I try to take care of myself.
That’s easier said than done.
Especially for someone like me, someone who has never had someone who really cares.
I often wonder if the world would be better without me in it.
I’m too needy, I’m too broken, I’m too honest, I’m too little, etc.(I could go on forever)

If my ex taught me nothing he sure did teach me the hardest lesson in the world, it was that “No one else will ever love someone as used and broken as you” … Turns out, he was always right. No one does.

I’ve always thought that if I poured enough love into others, eventually, maybe, some love would eventually find me. Do you know what has found me? Hurtful comments, bedtime tears, shower cries, drive to work prayers begging God to fix me, and someone my heart feels home with except,you guessed it, they don’t want me.

My definition of taking care of myself includes celebrating each day that I don’t drive into on coming traffic. 😬