I'm beginning to wonder whether I am incapable of being happy. After all that I preach to live by, sometimes I really do wonder. To love another wholeheartedly is to truly love oneself, to have the self worth to be able to love and be loved. And I mean, to truly love oneself for all your flaws and imperfections and defects in their totality. Because only you know yourself and only you know how flawed you really are. And to completely love oneself is to accept all these things, stripped down of any dressing or euphemism, from the bottom of your heart.
I don't think I can do that.
Take care.
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