look who's crying in self pity.

They are right when they say you need to love yourself in order to love others.
At the very beginning, I knew I would have to stand alone. I don't belong anywhere, or to anyone. The feeling might take time to sink in, but eventually it does. It has for me, or so I think. When the fear of losing somebody dies, not because you are sure you're never going to lose them, but because you know you have already lost them, it feels miserable, the way I feel right now.
It isn't a nice place, where I am. You wouldn't know how it feels when someone you love compares you to one of their worst memories. I should get used to it now, it has happened twice.
It's enough to show me what I really am.