My self-esteem.
Somehow, it comes up in conversations more than I would like it to.

"Have some confidence!"

"Stop trashing yourself!"

"You need to take care of yourself!"

Honestly, I just don't see the point when I hate myself.

People we hate deserve to be treated like trash, right?
So why am I any different?

Why do you guys care?

I'm sorry.
I've just felt really on edge lately. My insecurities are something that will never leave me. I'll always have that voice in the back of my head.

I can never stay happy for long enough. Because when I do, the voice just comes back.

I'm sorry.

~Aly