Forever and always, I believe that one will only be loved if they love themlselves first. Today, however, I sit here with a new puzzle: does one deserve to be cherished if they don’t cherish themselves? Furthermore, do we deserve to be happy, if we can’t bring happiness to others?

Normally, I’m not a person to regret, though I must make an exception for this - for pouring all my burden onto them, my dearests. It breaks (the scarce remains of) my heart, knowing that I have permanently stuck a cloud in their skies. It wasn’t my intention, to plead for extra sympathy or care. Being asked “how are you?” repeatedly with their concerned eyes is what I have come to resent the most. I just want it to be understood, the fact hat I want to be left alone. Is it really that difficult?

Don’t care about me.
Don’t have a crush on me.
Don’t love me, with a single soul.

I have hurt and pushed away way too many. It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with any of you, I truly can’t. I feel guilty every second, knowing that there is nothing I can contribute to any of your lives. All I have to offer are more grey clouds to stick up in your sunny, bright skies.

Let me go, it’s time.