I guess I just hate always feeling like I’m dispensable. Like I don’t genuinely matter to anyone like I think I do.
I feel like even when I give you my all, I won’t ever be good enough. I’m still just some wretch of a little girl you honestly would be so much better without. I’m just a stupid fuck up, like always.
I don’t know. I just want to feel like I matter for once. Like it’s making a difference in someone’s life whether I’m dead or alive. But at this point, I just can’t say I feel like that anymore. I’m just someone you keep around to keep company when you’re lonely. I can be easily replaced.
I hate it.
It’s amazing, how I already love you so much, and with each day you do something that makes me love you so much more.
I love everything, even the things you hate about yourself. They are beautiful, just like you.