Delulu

Why should life matter for me when mine matters to no one. I’m a convenience, not a blessing.

I should care for others but never get told I’m pretty. Never get embraced? How can I pass on kindness and happiness when my own heart isn’t fulfilled … Am I selfish Bc I cannot give what I do not have?

If I’m empty I can only touch the surface. One cannot pour into another cup anything but space

Is that why we are so distant? The air we keep giving each other? But isn’t air life? Maybe I’m supposed to learn to live without yu. Maybe yur giving me life and I’m just trying to give it back.

Maybe I am ungrateful. Maybe I’m wrong.