Negative nancy
I'm obsessed with insecurity, it makes me sick. But it's so serious I've wasted my life because of it. The masses don't understand, I wouldn't want to understand but I'm not choosing it. It's buried so far inside me, it is me.
I hate every single part of my body and face I guess, with a passion.
The idea that somebody else doesn't, makes zero sense. Maybe one or two things yeah but not me as a whole.
How sick is it to feel so disgusting. It's disgusting to care so much so on top, I'm disgusted at myself for that too.
What's interesting is how I really have wasted my life because of it. It's incredible how little I've lived because of it.
I'm smart as fuck and nobody knows this secret. They've given it a disorder these days, I dunno.
We all have good days.
I cannot imagine having the freedom of my inner child, she didnt notice how ugly she was.
Poor sod.
I guess I'm saying id take back the naivety. The secrets of self hate are pitiful.
Even reading this back sounds disgraceful but im trying to let it go.
Anyway, thanks tumblr.
