when you grap a chart of pills…
did you ever get that feeling?
unforntunately, i have only five pills of clonazepam. it won’t kill me. i already took six and drank, and i didn’t even pass out.
but… fuck. who am i fooling? i won’t kill myself. gotta love yourself a little bit to kill yourself.
i can’t love myself. the idea of loving myself disgusting me. it’s repulsive.
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Loving oneself is a strange concept, implies naccissim. Learn to like yourself, enjoy your own company. Just one good friend can help self esteem. It took me a long time, and I still feel insecure at times because my personality is different and I’ve gained weight. If you could adopt a pet, dog or cat, they will love you for who you are, perhaps teach you that you are indeed loveable and then you can like yourself. Pets are awesome for healing in a brutal world. Humans can be kind, but mostly they can be very mean.
Loving thyself as the gentle breeze, is not the same as self-obsession like a hurricane. Self love and narcissism are not the same, and i don’t think “love thyself” implies any such thing; perhaps you’ve inferred it; perhaps many infer this.