I woke up sad today. Normally my slate is clean when I wake up, but I felt traumatized from my thoughts in the middle of the night. I feel as though I'm surrounded by bad energy here. Sickness, depression.

The opinions of others mean nothing to me. You can tell me all you want that I'm beautiful, and I'll roll my eyes from the sheer exhaustion of being told such things.

It does not make me feel better to be called beautiful. It makes me lose respect for the person telling me so, actually, and I feel that I don't want to help feed their sick sense of beauty.

Until I can get used to living in this fucking body, and genuinely find myself beautiful, everything you say is bullshit.

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