You’ll never finish this, you do realize this?
Why are you even trying?
There’s no way you’ll ever change yourself.
I am not.
You’re a disgusting mess, an embarrassment.
I am loved.
Why do you still exist?
I am cared for.
I have worth beyond the darkness inside of me.
Who are you to tell me who I am?
I am strong.
I am loving.
I am kind.
I am whole.
I am more than you’ll ever know or be.