Not much, but Too much

I don’t think I ask for much. In some ways I’m very spoiled. But in other ways…

I wonder if I will ever find someone who can read my spilled soul for what it is – how I’m offering it up for the taking for someone who can be passionate about me.

I feel empty. Invisible, again.

I feel like cursing God, but thanking God too.

I ask too much, I think. I should learn to be happy with what I have.