It’s spring! Time for rebirth! And I’ve never been more ready. I see the patterns. If I don’t change now, how many more people will leave, how much lost love am I able to regret? I’m not a fool, nothing lasts forever, but I don’t need to force the end. I can take it slow.
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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