I absolutely hate the ridiculous piece of shit that I am. I want other people to love me but oftentimes they don’t, or at least not in the way I want them to.
And because I come to them feeling empty and lesser than, why should they love me or want to be around me? A lot of times I’m in such a bad mood that I’m short with people because what they say bothers me, and then I feel even worse about myself, because how and why should anyone love me when I’m like that?
I don’t know what to do. I wish I wasn’t the way I am. I’ve read books like self-compassion by Kristin Neff and the gifts of imprefection by Brene brown, and honestly neither of them feel like they’re strong enough for me.
I’m wondering if a fiction book might resonate more with me. Thanks for the help, lord knows I need it.
by charizardwasmydad