In Spite Of MyselfI guess we are supposed to "own it" when it comes to taking responsibility for things (usually bad). When it comes to good things that happen, we're supposed to be grateful as if we aren't worthy or couldn't be responsible for those. Seems to me, this might explain my perpetual feelings of guilt and worthlessness. I sit alone and cry alone, silent, nothing much here but broken dreams and regret.
I like to dream of being in love, really not much differently than when I was young. I like to dream of sitting with friends who are all understanding, caring and full of gentle laughter. I like to dream of looking in the mirror and liking what I see.