turning inward yet again

i know i’m just wasting my time.
i’ve got to stop.

i’m worth more.  and knowing that he knew what i was worth, is what seems to linger.  the thing i now miss most about him, now that all of that emotional and romantic bittersweet has melted away, is more about me than him.  how expressive of my own insecurity, need for affirmation, and attention is that. 

or perhaps it’s just this current fragile state of being, manifesting itself in my dreams and secret impulses.