Nothing bothers me more than seeing my gorgeous friend feeling insecure weyooo I wish I could lend her my eyes so she could see herself the way I do. Honestly, she shouldn't even know what insecurity is. I might kill her. Why are you like this? You're driving me insane.

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It's so human to feel unsure about how good we look, how skilled we are, and such.

Here's one thing you could do to deal with insecurity better:

You notice how worried you are about how others view the shape of your body, what your face looks like, and all?

That's the same thing going through their head!

Others are worried about themselves, the same way you're worried about you.

So instead, focus on making people feel at ease with genuine compliments.

By focusing on others' well-being, YOU will relax.

You'll see how powerful you can become when you set your eyes beyond your own insecurities.

#small_words

I care about you deeply, and I wish I could know every part of your story the good, the bad, and everything in between. I want to understand what has shaped you, to hear about your happiest moments and your deepest pains. Not to analyze or judge, but to truly know you, to carry a part of your world within me. But I never ask, because I don’t want you to feel like opening up is something you owe me. I overshare sometimes( maybe always which the brain makes me pay for after) trying to fill the space with my own stories, maybe hoping it’ll make you feel safe enough to share yours. But I never will ask, even though I wish I could hear it all without you having to be asked. I want to be someone you trust without needing an invitation. I want to know what makes you feel alive and what keeps you up at night, the little things you think no one would care about but that mean the most. I long to understand you from the inside, to listen to your thoughts without you having to say a word, and to make you feel seen.But I hesitate. I don’t want you to feel pressured to share what you’re not ready to, or like I’m taking more from you than you can give. So, I stay quiet, even though I wish you would tell me everything, not because I ask, but because you trust me enough to want to. I talk a lot, hoping it bridges the gap, but I never want you to feel like you owe me your story in return. Even though, deep down, I hope you will.

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Ene bekagnn.

I have lost my appetite for everything.

Ohh the urges are coming back.

I've just realized how big of a stalker I am mtsmm.

Good morning ❤️

I want to wear my shiffon every day.

The reason I can't watch anything sad is that I start crying the moment it gets a little sad.

I lie to the people I dislike or feel neutral toward, feeding their fragile egos because that’s all they seem to have shallow confidence built on nothing. I listen as they offer advice, telling me how to do things I’ve already know and I nod along like it’s a new information. I let them insult me, describe their selfish actions, and I make it all so easy for them. I don’t hate them, but I’ve never learned to love them either. When they speak, it’s like watching someone act out a script they didn’t even write. Yet I play along pretending I care, boosting their egos.

It’s strange really. My patience and indifference seem boundless for those who mean nothing to me. Strangers can insult or disrespect me, and I’ll let it slide, offering them more space than they deserve. I give them a free pass, even though their words sting and I’m not even sure why. Maybe it’s because I don’t care enough to fight back. Maybe their opinions are so unimportant that it’s easier to let them believe they have the upper hand.

But with those I love, it’s different. I crave their love, I *need* it. And when it feels like they’re withholding it or when they say or do something hurtful, it provokes something deep in me. Why do I feed people’s egos just to be liked? Why do I act this way subconsciously? It feels like I’m a “pick me” for disrespect and it makes me question whether it’s rooted in low self esteem, self hate, or something else entirely.

Enough self-analyzing I had a great day don't want to ruin it.

I can't get the phrase "victim mentality" out of my head. I keep trying to be optimistic because I think I have that mentality in me, and I want to prove it wrong.

As long as you love the right things, you won't become the wrong things. You don’t love pain, so you won’t become it. Don’t worry,you won’t turn out like them.