I started thinking over at Schmutzie's as I often do and kept thinking on over here.
Why is it, regardless of the intellectual realization that we are loved, do we - as humans - feel unloved?
It has been a month of that for me. Feeling unworthy, unsuccessful, unhealthy (not to mention uber, orca-fat), and unloved. Now, don't get me wrong. I know I am loved. I mean, my family loves me, my friends love me, my coworkers love me, my boyfriend loves me. Heck, everyone and my dogs love me.
And yet. I found myself sitting the other day and thinking. I let out a huge sigh and thought to myself that I just want someone to love me.
Um... hey, dumbass. Look around.