God, how is it that one word from you can bring me to tears? One word, and I’m crying.
Why is it that everything I do is never enough for you? I give you so much--so much more than anyone has ever been willing to give you.
So many more people fill your life. So many other obligations. Did you forget that I am standing here? Waiting patiently for your approval and love? Did you give away all your love already? Is that it? Is that why you don’t love me?
Or was I the mistake I have always thought myself to be? Is that why you tell me I am a failure? Is that why you never ever ever have one kind word to say?
Tell me, my reader, my friend, my unknown spirit, tell me what it is like to be loved simply because you are you. I implore you, please . If I know, I can at least pretend that someone might love me, too. And I can forget the ever-present voice--scratchy and harsh--drilling in my mind, telling me that I am nothing.
