Seriousness and stuff

I. Feel. Worthless.

Am I worth it? Are you? Who the fuck is?

Ginger Cook
2 min readOct 25, 2023

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Man, I don’t know.

I’m tired of being funny. Or trying to be funny.

I just want to talk.

Let us take a walk down memory lane.

When I was a kid, more like a teen, I had this constant need for more than what I was being given. My parents were amazing. I wasn’t abused, I was loved and nurtured and all that. But I was always missing something.

Somebody else was always more loved, or better liked than I was.

That’s how I felt anyway.

And I needed more. Desperately needed more.

I was a quiet, introverted smart ass. I had a few girlfriends, but really most of my friends were guys. But were they actually my friends? Nah, not usually.

They just wanted…well, you know what they wanted. And not because I was so insanely hot or anything like that. I think they could sense my yearning to be loved or needed or wanted and they used that to their advantage.

And then they dropped me.

The feeling when a friend suddenly starts asking for more than friendship and then drops you like a hot potato when you say no, or even when…

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Ginger Cook

All the funny things please, they keep me from severe depression. If you like Pearl Jam and peanut butter, we might be soul mates.