Try and take time to soothe your inner child. Eat a bowl of Mac and cheese, try to go surfing, do dumb shit kids do. You know. Try it. Also learn to love yourself. Fucking good luck though, man that one… like how the fuck could that ever happen.
I think everyone’s psychology is so different that people out there wonder “how could you not like yourself, it’s you” and meanwhile me I can never see that happening, ever.
I get your angle but it’s not a priority for me and it doesn’t affect my mental health despite what you’d logically think from reading my original post.
Try and take time to soothe your inner child. Eat a bowl of Mac and cheese, try to go surfing, do dumb shit kids do. You know. Try it. Also learn to love yourself. Fucking good luck though, man that one… like how the fuck could that ever happen.
I think everyone’s psychology is so different that people out there wonder “how could you not like yourself, it’s you” and meanwhile me I can never see that happening, ever.
Start with one part. Work your way to two eventually.
I like my belly button, it’s satisfyingly deep.
I get your angle but it’s not a priority for me and it doesn’t affect my mental health despite what you’d logically think from reading my original post.
I just don’t like me. Period.