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i wish i knew my self worth, i wish i knew i was a bad bitch. i say that i am but does my conscious even know that? i let myself get treated like absolute shit, i immediately forgive, and is that a problem? apparently it is a problem. i wish i was the kind of person to hold onto grudges or like get mad at someone and not speak with them, but i am literally incapable of doing that. when someone apologises to me i immediately empathise with them and try to reason into why they did what they did, and i move on. maybe if i knew my self worth; had a little pride in who i am, my standards would be higher, and i wouldnโt be able to deal with shit like that.
L'ami de mon amie (รric Rohmer, 1987)