And that reason is my life. My issues, my hardships, my depression, the people that have given up on me, the expectations that I could never live up to. Let alone the self-hate and the anxiety and the OCD
I respect Marilyn Monroe for who she was. And I also accept Marilyn Monroe for who she was. These are the words that I keep in my mind as I observe my friendships. I know, just as of my first year in college, that some of my purported friends- even best friends - do not deserve me at all at my best... for they only love me at my best.