Sometimes I don't feel worthy of love at all. I believe in it, I really do, but only when I see it given so easily to other people. When I look at myself, all I see are the reasons it wouldn't stay, the way my mind overthinks, the way I've been shaped by pain, the person I became just to survive. I know I'm full of love, more than I know what to do with, but it feels like it never finds its way back to me. I've tried, over and over, to be good, to be enough, yet I keep ending up hurt. I've been mistreated for so long that love feels unreal when it's meant for me, like something I was never supposed to expect.