Tonight felt pretty desolate. I read some platonic fluff to cope. No matter what sort of fluff it is, it always hurts to read. Really bad. This time wasn't any different, but..
It was still really nice. My life is a mess, I'll admit. I don't really feel like I'm deserving of a kind, gentle love. Acceptance. God, loving acceptance for who I am. Being able to exist peacefully as I am beside another and be loved for it. Treated with care. Make someone happy by being with them as I am.
Oh, it feels like such a fantasy. It feels painful to imagine. But I didn't mind reading it. I think I understand now what I need to do.
I need to accept the reality that I'm capable of being loved. That I'm deserving of love. Soft, gentle, caring love that treats me delicately and not like I'm a burden.
I'm always so fucking scared. Scared I won't keep someone's attention. Scared I'll be too high maintenance. That I'll ask for too much. That I'm too needy. That I'm not what they want. That I'm too childish, silly, that I'm not enough. God, how I so desperately want to be treated like a delicate darling for a single instance.
I have to accept that I'm deserving of that type of gentle love. I have to dissolve my self hatred. My dislike of the self.
One day, I'll make someone laugh and be happy. I'll satisfy someone and be cherished, and I'll cherish them.
I don't care if it's platonic or romantic. I don't care what it is. We'll be okay. But for now, it starts with me.