Sometimes I wonder if anyone will ever love a loser like me, or maybe I’m just stuck in an endless cycle of looking for love that might exist. Maybe it’s because I’m terrible, maybe it’s because I don’t love myself, maybe it’s because I was abused and never raised properly, maybe it’s because I was never like the other children and I never had a normal life. Sometimes I wish the pain could just all be taken away, just with a snap of my fingers, I wish the pain would leave my body as easy as it came to it. Sometimes I wish I knew what I wanted.
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