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more then ever right now i feel like my live journal name is being tested. compassion trial.. compassion but on trial. why do i care so much? really i have tried not to and i cant help it - i care more then i feel i should. i care more then i care about myself and it is really shitty to me.
i have been asked by my therapist if my mother's love for me was enough? i said yes. i really do believe this. it is enough for me to go on. the people that love me and that i love mean so much to me, there could never be words to describe it. now how do i feel so shitty? i dont feel like me loving people helps them very much - that my love for them is enough for them to stay happy. i care so much. i love so much. it hurts me to think that my love is not enough.
i have found that i am such an emotional confused person at times. when things are cloudy and distracting - where do i go from here if i have already acknowledged these things? i dont know where to go from here? we are all so different but it is one thing that keeps us together, our ability to love one another.
i love you. i really do. please never forget that because i won't. i refuse to. but my tricky thing is that i forget to love myself. i hope i find my way back to that. i hope i do.
sad, confused, depressed - i think this entry is honest and personal and fuck - stacey
i have been asked by my therapist if my mother's love for me was enough? i said yes. i really do believe this. it is enough for me to go on. the people that love me and that i love mean so much to me, there could never be words to describe it. now how do i feel so shitty? i dont feel like me loving people helps them very much - that my love for them is enough for them to stay happy. i care so much. i love so much. it hurts me to think that my love is not enough.
i have found that i am such an emotional confused person at times. when things are cloudy and distracting - where do i go from here if i have already acknowledged these things? i dont know where to go from here? we are all so different but it is one thing that keeps us together, our ability to love one another.
i love you. i really do. please never forget that because i won't. i refuse to. but my tricky thing is that i forget to love myself. i hope i find my way back to that. i hope i do.
sad, confused, depressed - i think this entry is honest and personal and fuck - stacey