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I’ve lost every thing that has ever mattered, gave me reason to live. My dad doesn’t even talk to me anymore, my mom convinced everyone I hate her (I don’t), my sister divorced her wife who was like another sister to me, and I’m not allowed see her anymore, I have to live with my sister because me and my mom are kinda broke right now, and most people that I grew up around and that I’ve have nothing but love to don’t even want anything to do with me. Yet somehow sometimes I’m a bit grateful for some of this, because it taught me that sometimes our only true bestfriend is ourselves. I don’t love myself as much as I’d like to, and I don’t hate myself as much as I used to. I love lots of things about myself, and hate others about myself; but at the end of the day sometimes all I have is myself. Idk if any of this makes sense, I’m just thirteen trying to cope with everything and I’m also trying to cope with being self harm free. I hope one day I can learn to love myself more, not just love my qualities but more so myself. Except one thing I’ll always wonder, did i ever stop hating myself, or am I just lonely; do i wanna know? (Sorry for any typos)