Ok…here we go…I can do this even if I roll from bed feeling sick…woozy…head reeling from lack of sleep. Anyone with a dash of sense would give in to the warnings being issued by their body…I must be all out…because still I hear the keyboard call. I haven’t much time. It’s always ticking.
And I need all the reasons I can find not to hate myself. But it’s hard. Even the idea makes me shiver. Because I see loving myself like looking down on others. Riding around on a high horse. And I never want to think I’m better then the people I see on the street. The ones who have it rough. The ones who don’t fit in. The ones I see my own face in.
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