look, in a purely realistic, objective sense, you are loved. like who do you think you are???? you're not the perfect single exception to the rule of the world that you are in this universe and there are people and animals who love you. god. like, do you think the first time you babbled laughter at the cornerstore nobody thought "it's lovely to hear that baby laugh"? do you think if you put out a call right now to literally a collection strangers on the bus they'd say you didn't matter to them and you aren't loved? do you think there is any actual shortage of love in this world where people can't make their elastic hearts wider, broader, bigger, to include you if they get the chance, that they can only ration their love out like squares of chocolate in a war?
even down as far as the pets you've lost, either their love for you still counts or it doesn't but i sort of think you might as well still decide it counts. why decide that doesn't matter anymore. why decide how they felt about you doesn't matter. there is so so much love in the world. it does not get rationed. it gets shared and shared and shared and shared and shared and shared and shared. meeting you is literally a one in almost-now-eight-BILLION chance, there are people in your life who treasure you or who COULD treasure you or who are willing to sit with you at your worst moments. there are hotlines where absolute complete strangers have paid hundreds of dollars to go through training to spend their time volunteering on the other end of the line for people like you to call when you feel like there is nobody there.
there is love in this world and you are included. i know sometimes that SUCKS, honestly. but there IS love in this world and you ARE included even if it's not in shapes or forms you recognise or in the places you want it to be coming from. there IS love in this world. You ARE included. yk
