Stuck. Back to square one.
I’m still having these same feelings. Unhappy. Disappointment. Unloved.
In the end, I created these feelings for myself and the people around me. Maybe these feelings are actually towards no one else but myself. Blame. I guess she’s right.. I create bad energy. No wonder.
I… Need help. I can’t do this on my own. I.. Can’t seem to know how to ask for help. It always sounds sarcastic or pathetic, and ends up as a mess.
But no one, again, can save me but me… It comes back to me again, does it?