Nights are the hardest when I'm all alone in my (our!!!) bed. The reality sets in every night that I am alone. I cry a lot at night and I can't count how many times I have woken up with swollen eyes. Last night I prayed to Heavey father to please help me get through another day, week, month. I can't do this alone. Sometimes my prayers consist of "please help me" because that all I can remember how to say.
Sometimes I just want to give up. Be done. I want the pain the end.
I feel so lonely, undesired, unloved, like I don't even matter. Who will want me anyway? I don't even like me.
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