I hate myself. I look into the mirror and can’t help but think, “You know, you really are a creature of endless imperfections. You’re a meaningless life. Everyone sees right through you.”
Then I think of my friends, all of whom I love so much. They could easily ignore me, not bother with me. But they don’t. As much as I hate myself, and as much as I think that they’re just pitying me, they aren’t. Despite my constant bickering and fear, they’re there for me with their endless amounts of love and patience. Their genuine care is more than I could ask for. They maintain their relationships with me by choice.
I couldn’t be happier with that <3