Monday, November 18, 2013

It doesn’t matter how hungry I am, how tired my feet are, how guilty I feel. What’s important is that I do my best to lessen the worstness of a situation. I try to put you first before anything else.

But at the end of the day, my sacrifices are not enough, my care doesn’t count, my efforts are overlooked. I’m still the indolent daughter one could ever have. I could never be liked, I could never be someone anyone would be proud of.

At a certain point, this just how I entirely feel.