I guess I just feel like I want someone to make me feel like I’m good enough.

you see, it’s very complicated. most of the time, i am in love with the human race. i find even the most awful things people say intriguing and lovely in some convoluted “wow think of all the things in their life that led them to say that exact thing” kind of way and i am so in love with people and their minds and i absolutely love talking to people, but dear god human interaction is exhausting.

Come on, one of you has to have something to say about me.

A dirty comment?

A personal question?

A compliment on my blog?

RANDOM ANON HATE?

ANYTHING?

I’ve had a love/hate relationship with myself since before I can remember. A few months ago, I had my worst relapse in self hate ever. Because God fucking knows why. I don’t know why anymore. I think my problem was that I was okay with myself and I was mad at myself for it, because I didn’t think I deserved to be.

And I am here today to ask, why am I not allowed to love myself? Why are there all of these negative connotations towards loving yourself? Why? I have fallen in love with the way I always tuck my hair behind my ear before playing my tuba, and I think I look god damn adorable in my new boots, and I think it’s cute that I can’t drink coffee if it’s too hot and I don’t need someone else to validate that I am adorable and loveable and have cute quirks and can be pretty even when I am crying. Okay? I wish people would stop telling me I do.