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unfulfilled
i always think i need too much. comes from a childhood of never getting what i wanted i suppose - none of the attention, none of the reassurance, none of the love. so now even the good things i get i can find lacking, because it's not big enough, huge enough, to fill a hole that has been a lifetime in the making. and i feel like i can't ask for it to be filled, that i'm wanting too much, expecting too much. and perhaps i am. but it doesn't stop the childish longing for it to happen. |