What hurts is how broken of a person I am. Why am I ever surprised that no one has loved me enough to at least try not to hurt me.

There is no care, because i am a doormat.

I'm barely second best.

I'm just settled for and given just enough to keep me going on an empty tank.

I feel foolish, because I knew. All the signs were there. We'd get into these major fights and I wondered.