The most confusing fucking emotion I have ever felt. It comes and goes. There is no warning of when it will arrive or depart, and I believe that most people do not swim deep enough to feel more than lust. Perhaps I should not be so hung up on the people who left me, or gave up, or wouldn't let me do my part and apologize. What did they lose, in me? Am I damaged goods, or could they not see my value? Today, I love myself. Today, I am doing what is best for me. I'm not going to...