The laundromat employee asks why I don’t have a girlfriend. I laugh and say I did but she left. I was married to a drunk twenty years…I found someone else…you will too. Her words are warm. Life is worth living because I never know what’s coming.
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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