Maybe I try desperately to have people love (or at least like) me because I don't think that I am capable of loving myself that other people has to that for me. For I know people can somehow love something about you. And to have a part of me loved by other people is good enough. Cause I can't somehow bring myself to love everything about me.
Maybe I cry because of the realization that I pity myself too much for being so insecure that I can't even bring myself to love who I am--in the realization that I have to get love from outside of who I am because there isn't enough (if there is anything at all) inside of me.
And maybe that is why I am so excited to pour all the love to another person; because I know I just can't love myself that much that I have to love somebody else. You're gonna be a lucky bitch, you.
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