have i forgotten what it feels like to be needed? i'd rather gouge my eyes out than look in the mirror, and it's not the reflection that disgusts me. it's this small person inside of me, hiding. too much of a coward to actually be passionate, too big of a ***** to actually fight for what i want, to actually stand up for myself. i want to **** the person inside, not myself. i love myself. it's the doubt that lives inside me who needs to die. he whispers in my ears that i need to cave in again, that i need to fall apart. if i need him gone, i may need to hurt myself too.
this is a very personal side of me i've never shared before