— isa b. this survival hasn't been soft

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— isa b. this survival hasn't been soft
So I keep it, to myself— and it hurts.
Sylvia Plath
you think you're inflicting yourself upon the world like an injury when you're really just existing within it. you enter every room with the subconscious idea that you're the least valuable person there, when in truth you're just as capable as the next person and they're not inherently above you. you see your mistakes as unforgivable sins, when just like anyone else, you're allowed to move on from them. that step up (or away) from self-deprecation is not this grand amount of unshakeable self-love; it's neutrality. you don't have to believe that you're untouchable and amazing with 0 doubt: you have to recognise that you're not as terrible as you think you are.
More Than I Can Say from Tending
i lost a close friend in a really irregular, frustrating way recently. i lost a friend.