New York City, Travel

What’s my worth?

Sometimes I feel like my existence matters so little, like if we were to rank our worth, mine wouldn’t be much even to the people that care.  I’m not sharing this to complain, or to say that I feel unloved, but I feel like maybe I’m not worth truly loving.  Maybe I’m not worth fighting for, I don’t know.  I don’t if it’s normal to feel this, but I wonder…

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circa December, 2013

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