Worth

Lately, I’ve been working on loving myself and allowing others to love me.  I feel like this is something that most people can relate to... to some extent. 
Because the idea of someone loving you without motive, other than blood or time is just too bizarre a concept to be conceived.

Because believing or accepting the fact that maybe you’re worth more than you let on, is nearly impossible.

Because You’re so accustomed to expecting the worst... and you find a tiny bit of happiness when something slightly better happens. 

Because You tend to expect the bare minimum because deep down you truly believe that’s what you’re worth.

Because you know that you will never truly love yourself as badly as you want to. Because self acceptance to you is just a movement, self love a dream and self destruction the only thing you’ve ever been good at.

 you have learned at a young age that suffering in silence is the best option because a small whimper is easily mistaken for a dramatic cry for help and no one likes an attention whore.