learning to love yourself is the hardest thing ill ever do. that and figure out how to spell and write i guess.


i want to believe that everyone in the world loves themselves and that they fond love because they got to  a place where they felt able to love others because they had enough to fill themselves up to the max line and so had enough left over to give. but i don't think that thats the case.
i wonder where this self loathing came from?


am i even ready to analyse myself to figure this out.

i don't think so. if i start figuring out my self loathing then i have to admit that im ready for a change. thats pretty fucking scary; knowing i cant be comforted by the dull constant ache of isolation.