It seems like when we hate ourselves, we seek out people who are just like us; searching for confirmation that it’s okay to be like this - confirmation we don’t think we can find anywhere else. Those relationships eventually destroy themselves, of course. We just spur each other on and on, saying it’s okay to want to die, it’s okay to cut, it’s good to hate this world and everything in it until it has to end - or else we will.
And now I am here. My days of deep self-loathing are, I hope, far behind me, and all of a sudden I find myself gravitating towards new people, all the wrong people to whom I wouldn’t have given a second thought this time last year. They make me laugh, they make my world a little brighter; and I tell myself it’s because they’ve changed, but I know it’s because I have.
A tree in my neighbourhood; disposable camera