Sometimes when I'm alone in deep thought I ask myself one question "Who are you?" I mean really who am I in this vast universe? It always psychs me out. I suddenly feel utterly alone and very insignificant. It's such a weird question. But, you can get a always get a deep answer back. It's also another way for me to ask the universe why the hell I was created.
I truly wish I didn't hate myself the way I do. The vehement passion is of my loathing is indescribable. I hope to be able to find some love for myself, regardless of whether or not I still have RSD or that I'm heavy. That's my goal anyways.