I’ve figured out that the worst feeling you can ever have is hope. You start out hoping that someday, maybe, by the grace of God you’ll be loved by the person you love most. You hope and you pray for it every night and day by day it rips you apart and leaves festering wounds that kill you slowly and leave you traumatized and scared of everything around you. After a while you start to loose faith in yourself but somehow you still hope. You reach for it like a life ring that gets pulled away from you every time your close to it, then you drowned. I have to remind myself every night that I’m just another girl, another toy, and not enough.