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I hate looking at myself and realizing that i don't like what i see. I hate looking back at things i did and wondering why i was like that.
Every day there's something wrong. Just one trivial thing that can make me unhappy for just a moment. It's like it's not even possible to have a day without one bad feeling.

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i know i'm slowly getting better.
it's sad to say but the masculine attention that i've been getting lately is making me happier.
it's sad because my happiness relying on males is totally against feminism, which is another thing that has kept me going lately.
this summer has been difficult because my family is pretty fucked up but it has strangely troubled me less that i would've expected.
I've been partying and drinking quite a lot which is something nice, i'm trying to save my teen year and enjoy them fully.
but on another hand my anxiety attacks have been more recurrent which is starting to concern my parents.

I'm slowly getting better and it's starting to feel good.