Does It Matter, What We Need?
ten years ago, maybe it would have made a difference. but I don't think all the love in the world could fix the hurt of a lifetime spent alone, suffering alone, always betrayed or spurned by the people I've managed to trust enough to reach out to.
I've also come to realise that I'm the only person on the planet who gives any thought at all to what I or people around me need. Everyone else seems totally wrapped up in what they want, blind to the most simple and vital needs of those around them. Maybe, If I'd been loved at some point, if my most basic human emotional needs were being met, I could be as selfish. Because that's exactly what the world needs, another selfish, heartless soul.
I feel bitter, I feel angry and I feel alone. Who's going to love that? And why do I feel that? Because I've never been loved. The chicken came first. No, the egg did. No, it was the chicken. I'm telling you it was the egg. Chicken. Egg. CHICKEN! EGG!
Aat the end of the day, it doesn't matter, any more than what I need matters. I'm not loved, and nobody appreciates anything at all about me, and that's all that matters.