When I take a break it’s early. I need to get away from the screen, to walk, to remember fresh air. Last week I was trapped in the apartment by a blizzard. It took its toll on the city, same as my mental state. Now the sun is shining, and it’s my chance before the temperature drops. Seize the day or some such crap.
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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