Saturday morning…nothing to do…lie in bed. All the time to myself but there isn’t. I feel pressure to get up…start work. I’m at my finest. The day goes downhill as the sun rises. A steady loss of energy. A decline in morale. It’s now or never. I rush to my computer while others sleep.
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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