I think I realized why I'm not on the golden road to self-acceptance myself: I don't want it. I don't really have the overwhelming desire to "get better". I'm good with where I am now. Being sad is okay. Being sad is the baseline. Do I have a lower standard of living, or is it that I'm just not sad at all? Maybe I've been faking it for attention this whole time. I'm a little disturbed, so that might not be impossible.
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PoetryThis is a collection of some of my old poems, short stories, and other writing that I created a few years ago, while I was going through a really rough patch in my life. I wanted to publish it back then, but this is the best that I can do for now. E...
