I stopped liking myself the minute I started to think that I wasn't good enough for anyone.
Do you know how hard it is? To go to a place where you see why you're not good enough and have to be reminded of it everyday? It doesn't feel good.
It feel like I'm stepping on glass. Yes, there are time where the floor is clean and it's because of someone else that I can't have because it's not allowed.
How long am I suppose to pretend?
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