My mother told me once To love yourself before you Love others, because one Day you'll be all you've got. Well, what am I supposed to Do now that she's left me? She walked away in a fit of Disgust and shame. I am as Hollow as the empty beer Bottles that litter the side of The highway. If I can not Trust myself to simply love Myself -- if I am not capable Of keeping herβ¦
how could I possibly love you?
Found this in my journal, it's a few months old, but I thought it was pretty good.