You know when you're asked about the things you love?
You can list many, many things.
"I love my friend, my pet, my family, music, reading, writing, sleeping, dancing, painting, drawing, a show, a movie, a photo..." and the list of things keeps going on and on.
But amongst all the things you love, you'll probably forget to love yourself.
You may mention all the things you love, but how long would it take you to love yourself? To acknowledge that no matter how fucked up and broken you are you should love yourself?
January 27th, 2018
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In My Head
Non-FictionJust a place where I let the thoughts, ideas, tragedies, events and possibilities that thrive within me and the experiences I've lived be voiced and bear a place where others may understand them. •lower-case "i" intended •Cover made by me *Warning:...
