Sometimes you make me feel like an object, a possesion, something you use and can discard till you need me again... If you ever need me again. Will I ever be good enough to be more than just a secret?
So tired of feeling this way. One minute I think everything is going great and I'm happy and the next I feel this void in my life. It makes me wonder how much longer this will last for. This downward spiral has me gripping on straws from my past, hoping for some clarity as to when this all started.