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[nya47]

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[anonymous]

I lie to people because I genuinely don't care about hurting them. I lie to myself because I'm happier that way. I can't tolerate other people lying to me because I feel I deserve the truth.

I hurt myself before my therapist appointments because I can't rely on anybody else to notice. I have to get over myself. I can't be a pussy. I have to push people away because I can't count on them to care.

My problems are not that important. They don't affect the lives of others. They are mine and I have to deal with them as I see fit. I cannot drag others into my life because my emotions are out of control and will end up chasing them away. I cannot deal with my emotions because they are out of control.

I have to hide behind a cold exterior because I can't let anybody into the interior. I'm fucked up and nobody should know. I should be able to handle it. I can deal with it; I can handle myself. I am strong. I am one person. I will refer to myself as such. My problems are my own.

I don't give myself time to heal because the painful part scares me. I can't admit to myself that being afraid of my emotions doesn't make me strong. It makes me into a weak, scared little person whose self-preservation instincts are too intense.