geez, louise, so annoying how your parents don't love you enough during your formative years and bam that's it, no one else can ever love you enough, especially you. you spend a lifetime trying to fill the yawning cavity of worthlessness inside you without success, because no matter how much therapy you get and try to internalize or how many occasional proofs of your entertainingness or usefulness to others you collect and hoard like a box of candy under your bed, usefulness is not belovedness, so you can never really believe-- because before you were even really a person who could have done anything wrong to deserve not being loved, you still weren't loved.
no amount of later amends by either or both parent(s) fully heals it, because the hole is rotten and soft. attempts to fill the hole just get sucked in to that infinite black hole with an event horizon of oh, everyone and everything in your entire life, ever, and it's never enough. you can't pour a foundation over a sinkhole.
you try to help and fix others because maybe that'll earn you the love you want need have to have are dying without (but we're all dying everyday anyway, you aren't special) but can't quantify or qualify or stop asking for like a starving animal, because the want and the need has no baseline and therefore just gnaws and sucks, dark and sharp like the mariana trench. the smart ones see the event horizon before it grabs hold and gun their engines to get away. the ones you've fooled with your desire to help curse and crash when you can't let go later, and the jaws of life they use to get free from your car crash of a heart scars you both.
the box of sweets under the bed isn't a meal, and your emotional muscles and bones never grew right from the start because there was no three square meals a day, just fast food masquerading as sustenance instead of leaching starvation. still, there's nothing else to do but pretend that you're whole and to keep trying to help, because you want to be the person you never had, so you try to help and try to help by making sure folks don't get too close and get sucked in to be smothered alive by the infinite insufficiency inside you.
you're stunted and you'll always be hungry and you'll never be full.
















