I remember the last time i felt that i was pretty, like genuinely pretty. I wasn't thinking about these quotes which relate to self-love or whatever, i don't think i was in a deep need for someone who should be there to raise my self-esteem every fucking time. it was like that, unconditionally.
Now, i look at the mirror and see nothing but a pale face and a naked soul that I've exposed to so many people unintentionally thinking they would heal something. despite all the things i receive daily from the people whom i love that should raise my ability to love myself, i always end up the same, i end up finding the slightest reasons that make me hate the whole idea of my existence. I lately realized that growing up is so terrible. i don't wanna know more about myself. it sucks, really.
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RandomIt was all about surviving. Notes: -Not all of the written thoughts relates to my personal life. I may just felt in need to write such a thing, but yeah, they all end up leading to the same way. -One of the thoughts was deleted, it was too harsh to...
