Oh how lovely it would feel to not be insecure. To actually feel valued and special in the eyes of the one I love. To not feel like my worth has degraded over the course of time we have had. I feel so ugly and worthless when you do the littlest things. One sentence or one action ruins my whole day and I remember it for months. And every time you get a new match on that stupid app it reminds me that I’m not good enough for yet another day.

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