there are...
3 years ago
...people who care about me. I think I know that. I just can’t convince myself…
Two of my past therapists told me that all I needed was a mother that I never had. A mother who knows how to take care of me physically and emotionally. A mother who I can depend on instead of the other way around. I guess that will never happen.
Eight years ago, I realized what I needed…someone who would lend me her shoulder when I cried; someone who would hold me in her arms and tell me everything would be okay.
I think I’m getting depressed again…
