"Miranda, I don't know what I can say or do to make you apparently stop hating yourself. I know you're smart and beautiful and ambitious and could do all kinds of shit. I'm willing to keep telling you over and over because I love you. But you really can't be happy until you believe in yourself. Goodnight"
Contrary to the evidence, I am not obsessed with the Boyfriend and I have serious doubts if love even exists. It would seem the Boyfriend is the romantic one in the two-month old relationship .(Yes, a 15 year old in a two month old relationship with his best friend is in love.)
Most things with my little realm of existence that go wrong are my fault and I'm really not all that spectacular and yes, I do sort of hate myself. Shit happens. My past? Yeah, it wasn't terribly pleasant however, a lot of people I know make my past seem like Heaven.
I can deal with self loathing. It keeps irony alive.
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