Apparently what matters is your past. The mistakes you’ve made, who you were, what you did. What doesn’t matter is the changes you’ve made, your hopes for the future or who you are now. Seriously? This is what I’m dealing with. Cool.
22. Chick. College grad. I fell hard and then I crashed hard. I lost the love of my life and this is how I cope. Welcome to my Diary :)Ask me anything Submit
I think I had a miscarriage and I didn’t even know I was pregnant. I had suspicions but I took a pregnancy test and it was negative. So I just went about my life. I got my period recently and yesterday I’m pretty sure a 6-8 week fetus ended up in the toilet. I thought my boyfriend would be understanding even though it would have been from the ex. I mean relieved to know that I wasn’t having someone else’s baby but there for me all the same. He’s not. And now I feel more alone than ever.
I can’t stop crying. Worthless. I’ll never be enough. No one will ever want me, all of me. The good, the bad, the ugly. What do I have to do to be good enough? To be worthy of someone’s love no matter what? Looks like I’ll never know.
I want him and he wants nothing. I’m not enough and I never will be.