Sometimes I need to remind myself that I’m worthy of love, attention, and kindness. I feel so incredibly unworthy sometimes. Most of the time, actually. I don’t know why I believe I don’t deserve those things sometimes. I don’t know what lives inside of me that convinces I don’t deserve happiness. I want to find whatever it is, and destroy it.
That transcript you accidentally left behind, your fake boyfriend in Paris, pretending you didn’t know who Doctor Leekie was. I knew it was bullshit but I still thought that you were on my side. I wanted to trust you.