Insecurities are killing me again.
It's one thing to not think badly of yourself. It's another to stop yourself from feeling hurt and believing other people when they say bad things about you.
I know that I'm not perfect, but am I supposed to be that easily reachable? As in, if you like me, you have low standards? That was just horrible to hear from somebody I thought was one of my nicest friends. And now my own mother is telling me I'm fat. I feel like shit, thank you very much mom. You tell me you didn't diet back in the old days, and now you tell me my body's huge.
It's enough to make me cry, okay? I never had a stable self-esteem, and now I feel like I can go and just throw everything away. Life hurts too much. I don't understand how people can stand so much pain.