I don't have to be the best, but I'd like to be best than I'm actually am. And even if I know that it's a process day by day, everyday is a painful reminder that I'm not my best version, and that even with the passage of time and all the growing up in my life, I was my best version in the past. My present is a series of disappointments and senseless feelings. I wish I could love myself.
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