​a letter i wrote to myself in the past, to me in the future

you are so focused on giving other people the world that you forget about the one you live in.

you forget about yours.

and it frustrates me so much that someone so loving, someone so caring, starts to question her own worth due to the fact others couldnt appreciate it.

and i’m sorry, i’m sorry anyone ever made you felt that way, and i’m sorry that after pouring so much of yourself into someone you feel drained when all you wanted to do was love unconditionally.

i’m sorry that those who claim you are too much were in fact just too little, and i’m sorry they prejected that onto you instead of just leaving you alone.

i’m sorry that for so long youve felt unwanted and unneeded and that when you finally feel at rest it starts to feel uneasy again.

i’m sorry that from such a young age you believed the world was a better place without you.

a child with no concept of how the world even functions shouldnt try to understand the concept of no longer existing.