06/30/2025

 How do I feel about myself? Honestly, not good. I question if anyone could ever truly love me—and deeper still, if I’ll ever be able to love myself. Do I even deserve love? What direction is my life going in? Is happiness even possible for someone like me? Sometimes it feels like I’m not built for it. I carry so much self-hate, and I don’t even know why. I can’t understand what anyone could see in me that’s worth loving.

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