So, the wake for my grandfather made me think about death and life and accomplishmets and friends, family and loves.
And I have none of those. I'm a black sheep on both sides of my family. My parents never married. Each side likes me but isn't too interested in me, if you know what I mean.
My friends are few and far. I feeel none of them know me deep down. That none of them understand me.
No loves mean no loves cuz I've kinda realize something is up with me that makes me unlovable. No one can commit to me and I ruin lives.
If you come any closer I will rip you to shreds.
And I have none of those. I'm a black sheep on both sides of my family. My parents never married. Each side likes me but isn't too interested in me, if you know what I mean.
My friends are few and far. I feeel none of them know me deep down. That none of them understand me.
No loves mean no loves cuz I've kinda realize something is up with me that makes me unlovable. No one can commit to me and I ruin lives.
If you come any closer I will rip you to shreds.
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I seriously doubt your unloveable.
And even if you were, even if you were the life-ruining unloveable beast you fear you might be, that realization isn't a death scentance. You have the rest of your life to undo the shit of childhood definitions. You have the rest of your life to work on being something better.
Give yourself time, your gonna be fine.
I wish you the very very best, Smells.