I should revel. If this my destiny I have to stop wallowing. It’s time to make the most of the mess I made. Silver linings. Like time to write, to stare into the looking glass. Deep within is my true self. These words will take me to it.
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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