Self-Hate

Truth. I rely on praise in order to be happy. I've never been good enough for anyone. They always start out loving me (even my own blood) and then as they get to know me they turn from me. An abusive drunk has better luck at keeping someone loving them, than I do. All I do is pity myself. What kind of life do I make for myself? It's always me, me, me and I need to change. I have problems giving material things and parts of my soul. I've been let down so many times that I'm sure if I love all proper like anymore. I love him and he's the best I've ever had but even for him and I can't evolve into his dream for him. I'm just here...FUCKING BROKEN.  I couldn't even hurt myself to save the life of the one I love the most. Where does that leave them? I can tell you. I'm a BLACKHOLE and they're just the surrounding matter around me.