I feel like a crazy person 'they don't get it, they don't get it', when honestly I'm still trying to work out whether I do or not. I thought I had something going for me, now I struggle to find motivation, even now when I'm writing, fuck. I used to write things worth reading, and what now? Well, now I can't come up with anything, I just rant and say the same things over and over again, I've said 'now' four times already. I used to be someone's friend, we stayed up and relaxed, and I played the guitar... We spoke about everything, he understood me, but after all this time, I don't think even he does. I feel like the few aspects of myself that I once held onto with pride are becoming things of embarrassment. While I wish I could be better at things, I wish more that I was proud of myself, for if I was truly proud, then I-- no... This is too unnatural, I never used to have to think about what to write, perhaps I'll get better over time.
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Before anyone can respect you, you must first learn to respect yourself.
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