It is already a struggle to feel deserving of anything in life, but especially of love.
Strikes a chord, unexpected, brushing against a host of unhealed wounds.
I worry that they will always be there, a tenderness in the part of me that says,
"A person will always find that you are too much or not enough."

Being around crowds and groups makes me feel like I will never fit anywhere. I have never in my life felt comfortable in a crowd. There is posturing and armor and too many walls up. People are different in groups than they are when you have them alone. There are lots of people I've never met in person, whose words alone I've read or heard and ( Read more... )