I was angry. I thought I was angry.
Maybe, I’m scared. I find that when I think I’m angry, I am actually scared.
I’ll never be enough.
I deserve exactly what I’ve gotten for the past 48 years.
I will always be a disappointment.
I will always choose poorly.
I will always love (or think I love…or deserve…or whatever) men who lie, cheat, manipulate, and abuse.
I will always fight alone.
I will always “have my own back”.
Lettuce all join hands and hope for a better tomato.
Light, Love, and Laughter,