Drinks

Saw a tiktok that i resonated a lot with, so i took the time to write this little story about what it feels like to be unlovable.

I imagine everyone is like a jar that gets filled with personality, interests, and experience over time which makes them a unique and lovely drink. My jar cracked when i was young, all those good things slowly seeping out until i am empty. I still see it in my room around me, but i no longer resonate with its colors. All i have left are the ugly, sticky, worst parts of myself smeared on the bottom of my jar, no longer hidden. Everyone can see it and no one wants anything to do with it. Some people have come, looked at it, felt the crack and saw the sliver of colorful liquid left, but it wasn't enough for them to drink from without tasting the sour black tar. So they left. I try to fill myself back up, alone, but the crack is getting larger the longer im alone. Fearing my jar might break, i hid it away from the sight of other people and myself where it still sits collecting dust. Cracked, ugly, given up on.