Teach me the opposite of disappearing
Teach me how to be, alone and apart
How to be still, how to be silent
How to count my breaths between thoughts
Teach me how to be brave
To face everything with my natural armor and still allow room
To feel around it
Teach me to touch my own skin
Teach me how to be vulnerable
Teach me how to be kind
I want to learn to love
The lines my bra leaves on my shoulders
The folds of skin that hang over my belt
The freckles in all the wrong places, spotting my lily skin
Marks of beauty, of pain
I want to love the lines on my arms
The textured zig zags that kiss my thighs
Raised memories, tangible hatred
I want to learn to love
:)
Solution to a long day:
New panties
Oreos
Spoon
Can I just
Be alone
And never get upset
Or hurt
Or offended
And never offend anyone
And never feel unloved
Because I will have me
And that will be enough
Right?
suicidal individuals who engage in negative appraisals of the self seem to suffer the erroneous impression that other people are mostly good, while they themselves are bad. Feelings of worthlessness, shame, guilt, inadequacy, or feeling exposed, humiliated and rejected leads suicidal people to dislike themselves in a manner that, essentially, cleaves them off from an idealized humanity. The self is seen as being enduringly undesirable; there is no hope for change and the core self is perceived as being rotten.
live like a scientist—even a controversial one with only an ally or two in all the world—and treat life as a grand experiment, blood, sweat, tears and all. Bear in mind that there’s no such thing as a failed experiment—only data.
i’d like some intellectual and emotional stimulation please
i like smart people
i like people who know what they want
i like people who know who they are
