Sick of failing, sick of me, sick of me for all the right reasons
2007-12-16 - 3:04 p.m.
Allen Ginsberg once wrote, "The weight of the world is love." Right now, I feel like a dead weight and just plain dead. I kind of want her to come back from hiding for one second and just remind me what it feels like to be loved, not because I deserve it or anything but because I'm trying, and my best still doesn't measure up to what it should.
Why am I never enough, no matter who it's for?
Me.