I don't expect anyone to give a damn about me. I've never asked anyone to. Why should they? I didn't even expect half the people on my "Friend's" list. But it came. And I'm glad. So many things that I don't expect happen to me. Whether they are bad or good. But I look at them, and I see that they are making me a stronger person. And I love that. I love being me because as I look at other's, I love their personalities, I love their outlook on life. But I love me better. I bitch and I complain. Who doesn't? But it helps me work things out for me. Sometimes I hate myself. But now, I notice, that that hate is for others, and it helps me to love them as I love myself. Because I am not the only one that makes me strong. I guess I feel like everything I just wrote is bullshyt. But somehow, I believe every word. Just as I believe I am typing it. I believe in everything I do. But for some reason, after writing everything about me loving myself...I still have yet to say I believed in myself. Because I don't. And I am not sure if I ever will be able to.... Sorry looks down. Worry looks around. Faith looks up. When will I ever look up?! Cuz there's nothing else on the ground to stare at.