Hahahan't

I stopped crying when I realized I was being too harsh on myself.

I don’t think I’m the one to blame.

I don’t think there’s any blame to place at all.

Supposedly, we should be able to talk about anything

but I think that’s not the case.

Why do I feel so insecure?

I think about the others in your past

how perfect they must have been,

how skinny, how beautiful,

how good in bed,

with no eating disorders,

no anxiety

and it breaks my heart.

I know I’m the problem.

I know how broken I am.

And just thinking about how much work I’ve done,

only to feel like I’m back at the same place...

It just makes me feel like garbage.

It’s not you.

It’s just my fucked-up brain.

I just need a hug and to hear that everything's going to be ok.