I used to think it was so important to be loved By everyone. It is too a point, but its a terrible burden, never being able to voice an opinion if you believe it to be true, always having to be so nice. Maybe i would rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I’m not. Then I’ll know who really loves me, warts and all. Somehow in my recovery i got sick of trying to please everyone. I made the decision that Id rather be an  imperfect version of myself than not be here at all.

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