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displaying a badly painted portrait of myself to the public just so that i can be picked on, as i predicted self-sabotage isn't just a bad habit, but a disease the only cure to it is self-love, but that's something i can never seem to reach possibly the pain became too addicting or i'm afraid of change, i'm afraid to be loved after all i can never accept the fact that i am loved in the first place i'm so used to mistreatment, for it's the only form of love i know
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Sep 19, 2021
Sep 19, 2021 at 11:36 PM UTC
i set myself up
displaying a badly painted portrait of myself to the public just so that i can be picked on, as i predicted self-sabotage isn't just a bad habit, but a disease the only cure to it is self-love, but that's something i can never seem to reach possibly the pain became too addicting or i'm afraid of change, i'm afraid to be loved after all i can never accept the fact that i am loved in the first place i'm so used to mistreatment, for it's the only form of love i know
i complain about "why does it feel like the world is out to get me" when i literally set myself up every single time.
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Sep 19, 2021
Sep 19, 2021 at 11:36 PM UTC
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