Maybe in the end the only lovable thing about me is what I can give others. Maybe that's the only purpose I'll ever have. Maybe that's the only thing about me that's good enough
Claire Keane

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Maybe in the end the only lovable thing about me is what I can give others. Maybe that's the only purpose I'll ever have. Maybe that's the only thing about me that's good enough
Maybe in the end the only lovable thing about me is what I can give others. Maybe that's the only purpose I'll ever have. Maybe that's the only thing about me that's good enough
Things my parents taught me:
I don't matter and if I ever think I do I'm a manipulative selfish bitch.
My feelings aren't real and only upset others.
I'm not allowed to struggle, I'm doing it on purpose to upset people.
If I can't do something, it's because I'm bad and lazy and don't want to try hard enough.
If I'm upset, it's because I'm bad and manipulative.
If I feel anything at all its because I'm bad and a bitch.
Comforting myself is bad and pathetic and I'm only doing it to piss my parents off.
maybe in another universe i'm the one you want
Sometimes I truly believe I shouldn’t have made it this far, that the longer I stay the worse it’ll get. What if it never get’s better because I should’ve died that night.
‘Was I raised without love or was I born unlovable?’
heartbreak hurts so much more when you don't have a stable source of love to begin with...
What is it called when you feel like you're not a real person, you don't "count" as much as other people do...? You're junk that people throw away? Is there a term for this?
how to stop the crippling loneliness that eats away at your soul making you feel unlovable no borax no glue
It's okay. I dont deserve to feel good anyway
I keep all of the pain inside because I'd rather let it destroy me than everyone else.
idk not me
My biggest fear isn’t dying alone- it’s living unseen and unloved, as if I were never here at all
i wish i wasn’t so disposable
why me when there is always someone better?
I feel like an outsider in every room I enter