why do i feel like i am so hard to love

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why do i feel like i am so hard to love
When you’re growing up in abusive environment there’s such a strong feeling of “not belonging here”, “not being a part of anything” and feeling like you’re not supposed to be among humans at all, and only wishing that someone would come already and take you home. To another planet, where there’s people like you, where you wouldn’t be a burden or nuisance, where you wouldn’t feel guilty for just being, for existing as you are. It feels all wrong, being in a place where you’re so despised, as if it would be better if you didn’t exist at all. We all just want to go to our real home.
I still feel you here when I miss you.
Sometimes you’ll pull a lyric from my memory for me when I’m struggling.
Even if I feel you’re at peace I selfishly wish you were here talking or singing with me.
My eyes turn to puddles every time I hear your voice singing with me, I find it hard to get the words out some nights.
I hope you’re not in any pain.
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““But better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie.””
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“I want her to know I admire her. I want her to know I support her. I want her to know I believe in her. I want her to know I stand by her. I want her to know I trust her. I want her to know I’m proud of her. I want her to know I’m in awe of her. I want her to know she’s beautiful. I want her to know she’s amazing. I want her to know I’m thankful for her. I want her to know she’s in my heart.”
— Bruce Adler (via wnq-writers)
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