I looked at myself in the mirror and wrote down words to describe me.
Day 1, I wrote 18 words of hate. I tried writing something nice for me, but I didnt believe it. I tried thinking of the things other people say I am that are also nice. I cant. I strongly believe they are lying; or just saying it but not really meaning it.
Day one, and i realized how much I hate myself. I stripped myself off of self respect and self love. I found no worth in myself. I found a hollow, rotten vessel.
Day one and i realized how badly i lost myself. It was sad because i remember thinking so highly yet humbly of myself, and now i see nothing of myself anymore.
Day one and i had 18 bad things to say and not a single good thing for myself.
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Dear Diary, I'm lonely
RandomIts lonely, The path of self discovery. It's harsh, The stripping of attachements. It's self inflicting pain, The letting go of people you care deeply about. It's suicide, Having to be alone with oneself.
