July 3, 2013
No one will ever love you. The words keep reverberating in my head. No one? It probably meant nothing to him when he said it, just one of those vile side effects of "love."
I was temporarily blind from a corneal abrasion. "Can you make me a Dr.'s appointment?" After that question I was yelled at and had to feel away around my house, trying to shower, trying to brush my teeth... being berated while I was blind and in immense pain.
No one will ever love you.
Sometimes I think my story is being written by a hormonal teenager. Did it give her some kind of sick pleasure to make her protagonist "Loveless", like it was some fucking clever symbolism. Well, Mr. Story Writer, I've caught on to my own nominative determinism, I get what you're doing.