It’s so easy to like yourself when you’re happy (or at least kind of alive)
Loving yourself when you’re miserable and pathetic that’s the act of true love. That’s the thing to cure your poor little heart. Who else’s capable of such touching and supportive move? I don’t know.
It’s not easy. c’mon, let’s be honest, it’s nearly impossible I’m not sure it’s ok to expect those kind of things from wonderful people around.
BUT
Me, myself and I, always stick around together and don’t really have a choice. So maybe (just maybe) I should give it a try?
Just try not hate the person who ruins your life, what can be easier?!

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