len.
I still hate myself a lot of the time. I don't think that's a secret. There's a lot in my head that's not good. There's a lot that I haven't even told you about yet. It's not that I'm hiding it or I don't trust you. It's just we've both been through so much lately that I didn't want to add to it. But there's just...a lot. And I'm not sure how to fix it. I can't exactly take antidepressants when my metabolism burns through everything so fast. But being with you makes it better. People who say you can't really love someone else unless you love yourself are so full of shit. I don't know how to even start loving myself, but I love you. I love you more than I ever thought I would love someone. And you make it easier for me to deal with everything.