Dear self,
may I call you a selfish illogical bastard who always become the pain in the ass for the family? You were a good girl back then, yet now — you are as useless as a used cotton pad that you throw away to the trash can after swipe away your eyeliner.
Dear self,
those people are the one who truly loves you. Who cares about you. Who want to help you to stand up again. But your heart is as hard as a rock. You don’t want to listen. You don’t want to be helped. You are destroying your self.
Dear self,
please believe in yourself again. Please. Please, be gentle. Embrace your failure. Forgive yourself. Please. You can not afford another hatred. Not to yourself.
Forgive yourself. Forgive yourself. Forgive yourself. Accept the slutty part of yours. Forgive yourself.
Forgive it.
