Sluggishly I get out of bed. I take my time because this morning I have a lot. But I shouldn’t waste a second. The minutes will slip by fast if I move slow. So today I fight against languor and sloth. I’ll make the most of everything. Or else I fail myself.
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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