What if I wasn't loved. I'm nor saying I was hated and blamed for the caretakers' poor quality of life. I'm not assuming I was intentionally neglected, misguided, ni actively abused.
I was only not loved. Each time I tried to come up with some lovable act, I received a flat face. Each time I tried to excel, the face was of envy/jealousy. When I was artistic, they showed fear. I want to smile at people.
Maybe that's why I don't look at faces when listening. Maybe that's why I don't like to be perceived. But what if I still believe, if I try harder to find another way, one day I will be loved.
I'm sorry Amy, you were the goodest, mightiest tiny. I didn't deserve your love, individuals hurt you to hurt me. Rest well.
#prochoiceisprolife
