My Trouble is a polyglot in the tongues of intolerance.
First I need to unlearn the word 'hate'. I say I hate far too many things during the course of any normal day.
Following as neatly as a corollary to a theorem, I need to stop reiterating how much I cannot tolerate myself. My self deprecating tendencies have found enough fuel over the years.
Oh so what if they have met any rebuttal from outside elements. It is still the opinion of an outsider that I'd have to consider if I wanted to feel like I'm worth something. It's the reason why no amount of telling me will be able to convince me that I am anything other than what I believe I am. Time to make something out of my tendency to only take myself seriously.
My happiness need not be justified to anyone. If I spend the time I want to spend...as much as I want to...doing what makes me happy then that happiness need not be disguised under as any nervous peace offering as I walk through the doors of my home.
I need to remember that a mistake is not hurled against my self but it is simply an admission of being human.
It is time to rework the idea that people would feel more comfortable around me if I showed them that I liked the same things that they like; it is not for me to make anyone else comfortable by making my self scarce.
The best thing is that I feel it coming. In gentle waves, yes. Waves that come and go? Yes. But the fact that I find so much comfort in this state gives me hope for the future. I will love myself and that is the best thing I could ever offer myself.
First I need to unlearn the word 'hate'. I say I hate far too many things during the course of any normal day.
Following as neatly as a corollary to a theorem, I need to stop reiterating how much I cannot tolerate myself. My self deprecating tendencies have found enough fuel over the years.
Oh so what if they have met any rebuttal from outside elements. It is still the opinion of an outsider that I'd have to consider if I wanted to feel like I'm worth something. It's the reason why no amount of telling me will be able to convince me that I am anything other than what I believe I am. Time to make something out of my tendency to only take myself seriously.
My happiness need not be justified to anyone. If I spend the time I want to spend...as much as I want to...doing what makes me happy then that happiness need not be disguised under as any nervous peace offering as I walk through the doors of my home.
I need to remember that a mistake is not hurled against my self but it is simply an admission of being human.
It is time to rework the idea that people would feel more comfortable around me if I showed them that I liked the same things that they like; it is not for me to make anyone else comfortable by making my self scarce.
The best thing is that I feel it coming. In gentle waves, yes. Waves that come and go? Yes. But the fact that I find so much comfort in this state gives me hope for the future. I will love myself and that is the best thing I could ever offer myself.
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