You've got as much value as anybody else, mum, dad, pope or anybody else and you are just as worthy. Don't let the bastards grind you down Tia, they tried to hurt you because they were flawed, not because you were unworthy, everybody is worthy. Feel free to vent here anytime, me and others are listening and are more than willing to bend an ear.I think that dream meant my destiny is to be a persona non grata, a looser if you will. The unwanted, the outcast. You know, that poor stupid thing everybody laughs about or hates.
It started early: my father and my mother hated me. He actually is a monster. And guess what: I'm far from being a teenager and it still hurts. It never heals. It's structural. I feel so fucking unworthy most of the time.
But now I'm a mom, I can't actually think about these things. I have an obligation to stay in this stupid existence. My son is beautiful and he's innocent. But sometimes it's just too hard.
Sorry. I guess my depression is here. This is my last post anyway.


