Paradoxical Fortunes
2010-05-17 08:10:37 (UTC)

Dear Jesse,

Every time I see you go online, I want to cut myself with a sharp object.

You made me think I was special.



I should have said no to you. But I'm neurotic. I do things over and over and
expect different results.

I'm getting over it, slowly but surely.

Why was I never enough?

And why did you have to make me believe that I was?