Who am I? I don't think I belong anywhere, even though I do. Is it so bad to run away from my problems? In order for me to love someone, I need to love myself, but to love myself, I need to know who I am. Does anyone in fact love me? If so, why do I feel hatred all the time. Do my opinions not matter? I try to say something, but nobody listens. Am I that unreliable? Do I deserve love then? Can I love you too?
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