not poetry.

Value. Value is something you associated to matter, a person, a toy, anything. When something isn’t valued it isn’t seen with importance.

To have the person you love not value you, is it worse than a lack of respect or hatred?

If you don’t love yourself can someone else still love you? Or is it as the saying goes?

How do you know if you’re the problem, or they are? Perhaps it’s simply a lack of compatibility you’ve chosen to overlook, out of love.

Can someone truly lack empathy or compassion? Or is my mental illness all in my head? Perhaps it’s that. Mental illness. Adding a label to something – value – to it can show strength, or cowardice depending on who’s looking.

Am I sick? I think I am – or am I just experiencing emotions that everyone else feels?

Food.

Blood.

People.

Should I be on my own.

Am I just a naturally miserable person, a loner, someone who is closed off.

I bounce off others, their happiness, their moods, I see them as reflections of my own.

Is he just unhappy with me, or with others too? Am I overly sensitive, recurring theme throughout my life.

Overly sensitive.

I always have to tread on eggshells around you.

I don’t like it.

Seems like I’m the problem, not them, right?