thought of the day:
these days, thanks to therapy, I tell myself that I like myself, that I love myself.
I suppose that instead of thinking that I am unlovable or invalid,
that people (when it comes to romance at least) either have bad taste (their taste is not in me, that is)
or that they are simply not given the opportunity (by me, and my lack of engagement with them.)

(I assure you, friends, this is a marked improvement over “the old beliefs.”)