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The best way to live your life was to learn to love yourself—really, truly love yourself—and accept yourself exactly as you were.
She pointed out the obvious, but her rational questions didn’t touch my irrational fear. If I could talk any sense into my anxiety, I wouldn’t have any.
Going into public got harder and harder the longer I lived such an isolated life.
Do you know how freeing it was to live in a world where you didn’t give a fuck what people thought about you? Especially as a woman? There’s no better feeling on the planet. At least I haven’t found one yet.
How would I have reacted that summer if I was the person I am now?
People didn’t know what to do or say to me after my mom died, so they just left me alone.
Even though everyone says they want you to tell them how you feel, they don’t really mean it. They’re lying. Everyone wants you to be okay, and they definitely don’t want to hear any sad or dark parts.
You could usually tell the sort of life someone led by the lines on their face,
Do you know how much work it takes to pretend like you’re fine every day? To be the sunshine when you’re really the darkness?
