i’m not always positive.
i don’t always feel confident.
i don’t always love myself.
i don’t always think i’m attractive.
honestly
i don’t usually feel any of these things.
i’m finding how hard it is to be honest with yourself and therefore nearly impossible to be honest with others about how we feel about ourselves. which is ironic considering we think about ourselves the most.
so why do we only show the best parts of our lives?
who shows their true life?
when do we replace that dopamine induced like with a meaningful conversation?
where’s reality?
god knows i’m not the only person sitting here thinking
fuck i want that gucci belt
i want that car
that apartment
that guy
but you know what i really fucking want?
to stop wanting what everyone else has.
i want to want myself
and to continue to want myself
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