Geraldine, tell me when did loving become so hard, when do I begin to love myself again. I have let myself down many times but this time, just for once I want to make me proud, I want to be her perfect, not insane not with stupid social anxiety and insecurities not her that keeps on lying to herself. Geraldine, tell me what is it about me, that makes me so pathetic, that writes complete bulls*** and goes back to mindless scrolling my mind is like that of the one that God hates, unstable always complaining seeking external validation. Who the f*** cares who cares if you put a feather in your hair or you wore a stupid shirt, nobody cares but you?