I've come to the realization that none of the guys I've dated or talked to over the past couple month actually cared about me.
It's so moronically cliche, but all they wanted was sex. Meanwhile I'm here using every last bit of my energy trying to find, make, and nurture a deep meaningful connection.
I would share my whole horrible life story with these men, reliving past tramatic experiences, over and over, in the hopes that someone would see me, understand me, and connect with me.
I was opening old wounds again and again without realizing the pain I was causing myself. All the while I wondered why I've continued to spiral into a deep depression.
No one cared about me, I didn't even care for myself.