Mentally I am in a cage, hunted, traumatized, trapped, unable to dream and to love because of you!

Everyone, including you, dealt me their hand of cards of straight-up bullshit.

When I return the energy that you all give me, all of a sudden, you all want to act like the victim—and I am the bad guy! How is that? When you all are the ones who fucked me over.

My deck of cards is not giving out any more sympathy cards. I do not have any more sympathy cards to give.

The one thing I have craved all my life is to be loved. I never thought in my wildest dreams that a person had to beg to be loved. I guess some of us have to search for it until we find it. I guess the love I want is hiding from me and doesn’t want to be found.