I'm very insecure. Agreed? Agreed.
About what, you ask?
what am I NOT insecure about?
not much.
I'm not even comfortable in my own skin. If people look at me, I want to disappear. why can't I just be like everyone else? Why can't I just speak to people and make friends. maybe then I wouldn't hate myself so much. maybe then I wouldn't hate everything around me. maybe then I wouldn't have to be so sad all the goddamned time. because I could actually build a support system that didn't only involve family members who are obligated to tell me that I'm beautiful and awesome and I should just put myself out there because people will love me.
no. they won't. How could someone love me when even I can't stand myself?
anyone?
anyone?
. . .
That's what I thought.
