Diaries of a Borderline: Ep. 2

 It's 11/11. I love angel numbers. I love the color deep red, the one that looks like a pool of blood staining your fanciest white shirt. I love short nails with fun designs in jewel tones. I love maximalism. I love bags with lots of keychains. I love glitter. I love snickerdoodle cookies. I love stuffed animals and teddy bears. I love fur. I love animal print. I love tiny things. I love the color pink. every shade of it. I love so many things. I have so much love. Why can't I take a little bit of that love and give it to myself? Why is it so hard to accept and tolerate myself? I can't be that awful. There are people who accept me. Who tolerate me and my presence. Even if they're pretending, at least they're there. So why can't I do the same? Why can't I even pretend? 

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