I know how it feels to feel unlovable. I know how it feels when you’ve been hurt in a way that makes you think you deserved it. You didn’t. Everyone told you so. You nodded whenever a friend told you that you were not guilty of your abuse, but you found your soul so broken after everything, your soul dripping black blood from her wounds, that you thought it to be the end of all possible love for you. I know how it feels. Trust me.