You know what? Some people seem to get less and less interesting each day...
I am exhausted and fed up with being used. If you want me because you love me, then that's great, but if what you really want is a way to lure me into doing something for you, then forget it. Go find yourself a service dog or something. I have better things to do- like finding good company.
I'm worn down and on the edge of breaking. I feel like sandstone has been grinding it's fierce abrasion into me for countless years...
I can take the sun setting on me each day. I can take worrying all the time. I can take the questions and the doubts. I can take the self-inflicting pain and the low esteem.
But I absolutely cannot take not loving myself. I'm not stuck with all the surrounding strangers. But I am stuck with myself forever. My body is with me until I die and I want to love it. My personality is what will affect encounters. If I can't stand everything I am, then what's the point?
Something HAS to change, and I think it's taken me 18 years to the date to realize that it's not my location, my friends, my family or my career choice.
It's me.