Why can't I just be enough? Why have I lived a lie for the past ten years?

How can I call it love, when there wasn't any reciprocity... there wasn't any care for my feelings.

I hate when I get reminded of the fool I have been for trusting a monster. A narcissistic pervert.

I don't even know what to do anymore. I know I have to get out, but that's always easier said than done.

I just want to crawl into a hole with my embarrassment.