surviving the storm

empty

I find it odd when people say they love themselves. I feel as if loving yourself is the hardest thing to achieve in life. Since you're surrounded with yourself always, you're trapped within yourself like a cage never able to get away. You know every blemish scar and cut you've ever received, you know all the bad and good that you've done. So is it truly possible for one to love themselves? Despite all the flaws, ugly and storm going on inside of people. That's why I never really liked myself, I always found flaws in everything I did. Even though everything would be perfect, it wouldn't be enough. There was always something wrong and I couldn't pin point what it was. All my life I never felt full. I always felt as if something was missing. And still here I am with bruises from when I was drunk and my bleached hair still wondering what do I need to change and find what is missing ¿