I’m tired. Of hoping but fearing heartbreak, of waiting for something I want so deeply but may never have. Of feeling conflicted, of seeing others blessings as a reminder of what I don’t have. Of feeling not good enough. Of feeling like there aren’t enough blessings to go around so if someone else is blessed I won’t be-though I know this isn’t true. Of feeling like I’ll never be good enough to be actively wanted, only put up with. Of so many many things.