It's weird being happy now. I don't have a reason to be sad. I'm not constantly thinking about the person who hurt me. I'm not thinking about my ex and my close friend getting together. The only real problems I have now are with myself. I'm starting to grow a little bit of confidence. And I'm starting to not care about people's opinions of me as much. But it's hard not to. I'm struggling to understand self love and self worth. And I still have many moments where I feel useless and unimportant. It's hard for me to not constantly hate myself. I'm constantly calling myself stupid or ugly and I can't say I'm not those things because sometimes I feel like I am. And I feel that if I say I'm smart or pretty then people will call me conceited or self absorbed when that is the last thing I would ever want to be but sometimes I'd like to give myself compliments.
