I suppose this is a weird thing to ask you guys, specifically, but;Do you ever worry that, no matter how you try, the “you” at your core will never be enough for the people who love you – not because they expect more from you, but because it’s inherently wrong and broken and no amount of love or patience will ever fix it?How do you live like this? How do you look into the mirror and say, truthfully, “There is every chance my soul is made of poison. And that’s okay.”
Our system contains Kristoph Gavin. And Vriska Serket. And Albert Wesker. And the list goes on.
The answer is, yes.
Many of us live with that feeling every day. The feeling that there is something fundamentally broken and inexcusable and unlovable at our very core.
But the secret is to just keep going.
You have to keep going.
You have to remember that there are– or there will be, or there have been and will again– people who will love you no matter how broken and terrible you are, and have been, and will be again.
You have to just keep going and trying in your own way to be a better person today than you were yesterday, and the day before that.
You have to refuse to give in to despair.
You have to remember that some people love the taste of poison.
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