I gave all of the love I have to someone and they’ve decided they want to be alone.
My love is not wanted. Not worthy. He’d prefer to have nothing.
I’m sad. Empty. Unlovable. Alone.
Not what I was hoping for.
I can’t even hope to hope again.
I’m not sure I can keep writing. I’m not sure I have any thing worth saying. Another middle aged lady that no one wants. I don’t have a funny or clever way to spin this.
I’m going to try to focus on my work. Take care of myself. It’s hard to find the motivation to care about eating healthy and exercising but I need to anyway. Somehow.
I guess there are worse things than being alone. If only that made me feel better.