We care and love people so much, that we forget to love ourselves.

In the end, we hurt ourselves.

That's what you get for being too concerned, too loving, too accommodating, Sham.

I thought I'm going through hell, but what my sisters went through was worse. At least they had boyfriends to vent their frustrations to.

Who do I have?

Just God. God alone.

I know He's enough, but I need someone to assure me that whatever I'm doing is worthwhile. I don't need hugs or kisses.

I just need words.

Do I make it look that easy to walk in and out of my life?

Do I?