I can't live in a space without demonstrative love.
I need to feel wanted. Not just needed, but wanted.
I need to be liked and I don't just need to be liked, I need to know that I'm liked, via words and actions.
I moved to Chico to try to 'make things work' and I tried.
I was pregnant and scared and alone.
I was doing without quite a bit of accustomed friendship and support.
But it was the lack of affection that truly crushed me.
That's how I ended up all hidden and wrapped inside of myself.
I need affection.
30 Days of Truth