Self disgust
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it’s 3 am and i’m laying in my own bed for the first time in months. the candle beside me flickers unevenly and the hum from the ceiling fan above is deafening if i pay too much attention.
"How can you not see all the great things I see about you?" I ask.
The question itself is semi-ironic because I feel so blinded with what I must be missing
or else she wouldn't hate herself
