You think a girl with three journals wouldn’t need to vent.
The negative voices inside my head have been worse lately. Picking me apart constantly again.
I’m not pretty, I’m not organized, I won’t succeed, I don’t deserve, I’m pathetic, I’m weak, I’m stupid, I’m disliked, I’m unwanted. I can’t do anything right and I can’t make things better.
It’s easier and safer to believe in this person. Because then when things do go wrong, it was only what was ultimately expected. But I’m beginning to see differently.
I look around my room, and I’m beginning to see everything I have accomplished, everything I have started and done. I see my talents and strengths and I realize those voices aren’t all right. But I guess I’m still learning to be that person, the person I really am, not the one my depression has projected on my perception.
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