carebear

I like you. I really do. I even love you.
No matter what you think you look like, no matter how weird you feel sometimes, you're a pretty cool cat.
Seriously, there's someone out there who will appreciate you for what you are. I believe that through and through, and you know me, I don't put a whole lot of faith in anything.
I like the way you are. I like how you think too much. I like your serious side. I like the way you feel intellectual sometimes, way deep down. I like the way you don't want to talk. I like the way you worry about talking. I like your retardedness. I like the dorky way you talk. I like how you look after you just woke up from a nap, your faded eyes and rosy cheeks. I don't like the way you look when you get up in the morning, but I like how you can still face yourself in the mirror without being worried. I like the way you cling to things or people that you probably shouldn't cling to. I like your problems. Your fears are interesting and understandable. Your passions are beautiful. Your history is perfect, because it has made you you.
I like the guys you dated. They were all so different and mismatched to you. I like the way you think you're so cool. Whoa. This is getting freaky. It's like a picture of someone looking in a mirror... Or... A picture of someone reading a book with a picture on it of that person reading that book. You know what I'm saying? Of course you do.
I like the way you're still okay after everything that's happened. I like the way you handle things. I like how you know you live for drama, just like your silly mom. I like how you want desperately for someone to love you, but don't believe that anyone could do a good job. I thing it's great how you can think so highly of yourself and so lowly of yourself at the same time. I like your resignation to your own bad habit of biting your fingernails. I like how you're finally okay with the fact that you aren't a good writer or a great actress. I like how you finally realize that you're only pretty with makeup and a cute outfit. I like how you understand that you'll never be half as smart as most of the people you like so well. I like how- you're totally bashing yourself right now. It must be some sort of physcological...emotional.... Problem. More problems. Yup. Maybe you have too many.
You- you are not cool. Sometimes you give that impression, but it always fades away. Everyone sees past it after a time. As for smart, well... We all know about your problem with learning. You suck at it, unless... No, you just suck at knowledge. You never keep anything straight. And funny? That word is across the universe from you. Leave jokes and humor to the smart, cool people.
You suck.
I hate you.
Go to Hell.

qtpye4u84

WOw....That is me right there, weird the person your talking about is just like me but i have a hubby that makes me feel great about my self because he tells me that I look pretty with makeup and a cute outfit but i look good with out it too. I learn slower then most I know how this girl feels she just needs a girlfriend or boy friend that can give her attention and support and compliments. I feel like her all the time but i have the greatest man to make me feel good so I am not as depressed and I havent wanted to kill my self in a year so she needs what I have. I feel as though she is as emotional as I am.

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Mephex

Do I know you ?

Damn that's spooky.

I was even biting my fingernails as I read this post.

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He who is void of virtuous attachments in private life is, or very soon will be, void of all regard for his country.
There is seldom an instance of a man guilty of betraying his country, who had not before lost the feeling of moral obligations in his private connections.
-Samuel Adams

carebear

i'm glad and maybe a little bit surprised that some people have related to this horrible self-bashing i wrote. thanks for sharing that. i guess everyone hates themself at one point or another.

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vonstalhein

I think anyone that's remotely intelligent should hate themselves. Other-wise, if you don't, you know you're a boring ol' fart. It's the blessing of a (psuedo-?) intellectual.

Ooh the irony.

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