I despise feeling this w<>rthless. I sh<>uld l<>ve myself, I sh<>uld see myself as w<>rthy <>f <>thers' l<>ve t<><>. And I try s<> hard t<> make myself w<>rth it, t<> make myself en<>ugh, but it never is. And I supp<>se I need t<> scream it int<> the w<>rld, because I am a pathetic attenti<>n wh<>re wh<> l<>ngs f<>r even scraps <>f affecti<>n, even th<>ugh I kn<>w they are n<>t genuine. H<>w pitiable I must seem t<> <>thers.