I have so much I want to say, but the hurt keeps me from saying it. The pain stabs through my heart, and it hurts to breathe. There is nothing to say about the situation. I try to give people what they want, but when do I get to have what I want? I truly believe that I am just too damaged to love. To broken to be of any use to anyone. Why must everything be this way? Apparently, the PTSD, dissociative disorder, and need for companionship makes it hard to love me. I digress. Good night.

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