I'm getting worse and you don't know. Everyday I wonder if I will ever be happy with myself. I worry if I can't be happy with myself, then nobody will ever be happy with me. And that just makes me even more paranoid. It's a cycle, insecurity, unconfident, diffidence, it's all a cycle and it's destroying me.
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PoesíaIt's funny how when you stub your toe, ot hurts like hell. But it when you slide a blade against your wrist, thigh, stomach, etc., it makes you feel good.