I want to warp my arms around their waist and pull them into my chest. I want to bury my nose into the crook of their neck and just breathe in their scent.. The feminine/masculine smell of someone who loves me. I'm so tired of the advice saying I have to improve this and improve that. Why? What is it about me that is so unlovable the way that I am? Why must I put in so much extra work while others didn't? Why must I be perfect to be loved?

I have so much love in my heart but it's trapped with no place to go. I want to love! I want to make someone happy and laugh and feel cherished. Why not me? What heinous thing did I do to deserve this life of nothingness?