Nobody will ever love you. And it’s too late now, because you are a monster. To ever be somebody sincere, somebody with soul, you’d have to denounce the the very thing that shaped you. You would have to name your Frankenstein. Real Men don’t do that. Real Men don’t back down. Real Men don’t care if they’re loved. So this is all you get.
Small Hands
Nina Szarka

~ thank you for your honesty.