I have not once, in the entirety of my 40 years and 4 months as of this moment, felt like another human being loved me or that I was of worth. I know that those in my life love me. I know that they value me. That I am worthy in their eyes. I simply have never felt that the knowledge was anything more than that. They love me, but I do not feel loved. They value me, but I have never felt of value. The only feeling I have is anxiety, anger and emptiness. It's like I'm not human and never have been. Something in that thought comforts me.

2 years ago

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