I always thought that my mind was a wonderful thing.
My mind was the only thing I loved about myself.
I never and don't love my body.
If I could I would change a thousand things about my body but my mind no, my mind I loved.
I loved that I love ordinary things that are so simple but yet amaze me.
I loved that I think differently than everybody around me.
I loved that I didn't care what I looked like as long as I was doing something I loved.
I loved that I love broken things.
But then I realized it's my mind that causes all my problems.
It's my mind's fault that I'm lonely, broken and hurt.
It's my minds fault that I can't love my own body, my own home.
It's my mind's fault that I'm different than everybody else, forcing me to be an outcast in everywhere I go.
It's my mind's fault that I never look presentable or desirable to that one boy and I know I shouldn't put my happiness on a boy that doesn't care whether I love myself or not but it's my mind not me.
It's my mind's fault that I keep picking up the broken things having the mindset that I can fix it when really all that happens is I get myself even more broken than before and for what?
Why do I think like this?
Why can't I be normal?
Why do I constantly set myself up to be shot down again?
Why do I think it's okay that they hurt me because they said an empty sorry?
Why can't I just love my whole self?
It's my mind's fault I'm like this and imagine that I actually used to love my mind.
Not anymore.
Now I hate it with every fibre of my being.
My mind is a terrible thing.
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Midnight Thoughts
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