For years, I simply couldn‘t make myself feel good enough about myself. This nagging voice inside my head just wouldn't let me sleep at night. Everyday I was so focused on how others would perceive me, I shapeshifted myself into all kinds of weird things depending on who I was talking to at any given moment. It’s an exhausting (and completely retarded) defense mechanism which, so far, got me...
Sometimes we hope for someone else to help us out, and we forget that we could also be this person for ourselves as well. If there is nobody around, oftentimes, we have to be our very own somebody instead.
I got a lot of backlash for my latest blog post when I talked trash about my father. One guy said "only the sick hate their benefactors." And maybe he is right: maybe I am sick. But what if a simple "fuck you dad" finally allows you to embrace even your darkest and most unlovable sides and (maybe even for the first time) let you experience a fullness and depth of life you never had felt before.