“You’re a good man. You are handsome and kind and smart and good but you’re perfect, but, um, I’m, busy, holding myself together with tape and glue, and a piece of me wishes that you hadn’t played golf then you’d be all taped and glued too and maybe you’d be where I am. You’re too much for me right now because I’m busy with the tape and the glue.”
This is so, true.
/ Maybe I'm just not good enough for you, maybe I just don't deserve you.. maybe you could do so much better.
// Daddy increased our allowance to $50/week and I don't really think I'm worth that much.
/// All that self-loath and hatred. Too much for tonight.
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