Destasuarusrex

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vikas shrivastav* 8 years ago on quote #7038942
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and yeah neither do i have anyone so you'd be very welcome...thanks :)
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vikas shrivastav* 8 years ago on quote #7038942
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kik :vicky7491
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_Jannette 8 years ago on quote #7038942
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Do you have a kik?
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mars* 8 years ago on quote #7038942
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I literally feel the same
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Emina1 9 years ago on quote #7028796
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I hate myself. i'm ashamed of myself. I'm embarrased of myself. I'm never good enough for myself. I can't control myself. I'm scared of myself. I hate myself.
My answer to your question would undoubtaby be that I love myself, but then I would be lying to myself like I always do.
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_Jannette 9 years ago on quote #7028796
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Is there an inbetween because I don't think I'm beautiful in any way but I don't hate myself either?¿
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*Yours Truly* 9 years ago on quote #7028796
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It really depends on the day. Some days I wake up, and I can look in the mirror and think "Wow, I look really good." Some days, I can go out without makeup on and feel perfectly confident. I can be effortlessly funny, and ever fun to be around. I can make wildly inappropriate jokes that you regret laughing at, and small jokes that only receive a chuckle.
But other days I wake up, and don't even want to get out of bed. There's this weight in my chest that tells me everyone is moving two steps forward, and I'm stuck in place. I'm not going anywhere, while everyone else is already at the airport. There are some days I can open my eyes, and the first thing I think is "Is this going to get worse?" I can feel low. Like I am the most boring, most defensive, most unsatisfying person to be around. There are times when I just sit in the shower, because getting out seems like too much.
There are things I think make me beautiful, and other things I hate. Like my passion, and quick-wit, as opposed to my lack of a filter, and the way I quickly go from a beam of sunshine to a snail hiding in its shell when too many people come around. It's all an up-and-down thing. But as a straightforward answer to your question? I'd have to say I'm caught somewhere between love and hate. I loath to love myself. But I suppose that's also just a matter of the weather. It's always changing.
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