It must be because I’ve been left before… Not just “left,” but left by someone who woke up one morning and decided that I was way too much for them. I was left by someone who couldn’t ever commit to me; someone who just couldn’t make up his mind. I was left by someone who left someone else for me. I was left by someone who showed me that I was no different than anyone else.
It must be because I’ve never been good enough, that I just can’t comprehend why anyone would think that I am. I’ve been too loud, too talkative, and too much. I’ve been annoying; I’ve been “not skinny enough.” I’ve been overbearing. I can’t imagine why anyone would want to stick around, and it must be because no one ever has.
To be continued, maybe.