He says I'm too much, too old, too crazy and too bold — for my own good. Makes me feel like I'm not enough.I try to be more, give more, do more. Make myself less noticeable as I silence my desires, my goals, my dreams, and the holes — inside my heart.It must be my fault. What am I doing wrong? What do I not see? Why can't I just be — me?What happened? This all played out so differently in my mind.The signs were there, weren't they? How could I be so blind to...

Maybe it's me.Do I have too many expectations?Maybe I'm too assertive or not assertive enough. Am I meant to be — alone?They always seem interested. Until they're not. So many mixed signals. What didn't I see?Make me feel like I'm the crazy one, the needy one, the troubled one.I know what I want and what I don't.It shouldn't be this hard, this hurtful, this cruel.A memoir written in poetic verse and the second collection in the Fragil...

Is there anyone out there for me? Can someone love all that I have to give — all that I am?They make me feel like I'm not good enough. Not pretty enough. Not popular enough. Too different. Too outspoken. Too demanding. Too weird.I refuse to give up. They use me and abuse me but I keep searching and hoping, laying my heart in trusted hands.There is someone just as broken and longing for love and connection like me — for me. Isn't there?Until I find you, m...