He doesn’t want you. No one does. Feeling sick to my stomach with regret and anxiety, I pulled back the covers, climbed into my bed, and then curled into the smallest ball I could. Everything hurt. My body. My brain. My heart. Breathing slowly, I attempted to rid my mind of every bad thought plaguing me. Every embarrassing and soul-destroying memory of how ridiculously stupid I had behaved. It didn’t last long.
