it's okay, maybe i was expecting too much. maybe i expected the same effort i was giving. maybe i thought people would care the way i cared. maybe i hoped they would show up for me the way i always tried to show up for them. and maybe that's why it hurt when they didn't. but i'm learning that not everyone will meet me where i am, and that's okay. i don't have to beg for attention, love, or understanding. the right people won't make me question my worth. they will choose me, appreciate me, and make me feel loved without being asked.