I've been dealt a bad hand and I'm trying to make it work for me. No one forced me to sit at that table, and I accept whatever blame is due to me. But here I am, with an STD from my first love, and another from some man back when I had no love for myself. I've always given too much, never reserving anything for myself; worked hard at all I've done, despite a lack of success. I'm exhausted, alone, unwanted, unheard. No one will ever see how awesome i could have been.