loving your-
self is
an art

"abstract art"


there’s paint splattered everywhere and you’re covered in it. reds mixed with yellows mixed with greens, yet somehow creating blues. your washing machine broke last week & the laundromat is closed. it’s 3:14AM.
you’re gonna have to clean this up yourself this time.


 

i think it goes something like this:

 

the person you want doesn’t want you,
go figure.
NOTHINGnew, nothingLESS.

 

practice makes perfect but you fail fail fail each time time time so you quit practicing until the boredom gets the best of you you you.

 

filling voids with men.
filling voids with men.
filling voids with men.
filling voids with men.

stop.

some things are easier said than done.
“some things are better not done at all.”

 

“i think truly, unconditionally, subconsciously, and effortlessly loving yourself is a hard thing to do.”
subjective ofcourse.
rocks are HARD.
getting into harvard law IS HARD too.

 
this is DIFFERENT.
 

you don’t actually like them, you just like the way they make you FEEL!!!!!?
feel good. gooder. gooDEST.
feel it.
feel it some more.

GREATER THAN. less than. good.

love yourself or nobody else will
hello, i’m nobody else.

 

“just sleep it off, dude”
 
 

wake up, feel better, start again.
start o v e r. and OVER a g a i n.


DIFFerent is “good”.

 

maybe this is the fresh start you needed all along.

 

“…and it’s frustrating. really frustrating.
furrowed brows. rolled eyes.
angry fists. tired hearts.
just go back to sleep…”

goodnight.

 

not exactly linear, a roller-coaster of sorts.

up, down.
up, down.

up, down.

up.

down.
try not to PUKE!

 
“why do you care?”
why?
do you?
care?
 

ugh. high-school was the WORST.
then college,
then the real world.

 

COMPARISON KILLS.
it‘s ruthless. leaves no mercy. leaves you stranded.
leaves
no
trace
of

 

you.

 

eating “better” sounds better in “theory”.
theoretically speaking, we ARE what we EAT.

 

IT’S NOT YOUR JOB YOU HATE

 

your choices don’t define you.
your choices don’t define you.
your choices don’t define you.
!!!!!


“the trauma isn’t your fault but the healing is your responsibility.”

 

perhaps, the one you’re looking for.. is you.

 

loving yourself is an art.
abstract art.
can you interpret it?
can you handle it?

 

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