Not just hate “myself”, I’ve never felt comfortable or at ease in my own “self”.
I’ve never felt “one” with myself. “Myself” has always been a stranger that defies me, betrays me, making me feel uncomfortable in my own skin.
“Myself” was the very first stranger I encountered in my life. And still is, after so many years.
I don’t hate my life. I just hate myself. Specifically, hate “being myself”. Does that make any sense to any of you? I wonder. #nightly
2023年 2月 に登録
