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July 12, 2014
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I’m tired. I’m insecure. I’m self conscious. I’m fat. I’m ugly. I get jealous at the smallest things.I’m not perfect. I’m only human. I get made easily. I let anxiety control me. A razor Was my best friend. I starve myself. I get annoyed easily. I get bored fast. I think negatively too much. I dislike a lot of things. I forgive people who shouldn’t be forgiven. Sometimes everything just bothers me. When I fall for someone I fall hard. I have secrets, big secrets. But last of all, I’m me. Love me anyways. 
-@suckmytruth

July 12, 2014
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I’m probably one of the most sensitive people you’ve ever met. If you’ve known me for longer than 2 weeks, chances are you’ve hurt my feelings at some point. 

I take criticism about as well as one takes falling down 10 flights of stairs;not graceful and not without lasting injury. 

I’ll probably write about our most intimate moments and you’ll probably feel exposed, even if no one else knows what I’m writing about. I get to be the hero (mostly) in my own story, which means you’re a muse or a villain (or both). It could go either way, depending on the day. 50/50 chance. 

I’m already building a library of books for kids I don’t have or know if I’ll ever have. 

My dog and I both shed copious amounts of blonde hairs, which means by being in my life, you are forfeiting a hair-free existence. (He also loves to chew up dirty socks, so any of those you leave about will be turned holy. I hope you’ll take it as a compliment.) 

I have a super honed, razor sharp intuition that is right 95% of the time. You won’t get away with a thing. (Admittedly) I’m sometimes wrong, but good luck convincing me that’s the case. I follow my gut 100% of the time, even if logic is telling me something different.

I consider being able to sit together in silence a relationship non-negotiable. If you try to fill perfectly beautiful empty space with worthless words, I’ll ignore you.

I take my headphones everywhere. I put them on in completely inappropriate situations because sometimes I can’t stand to not listen to music for one second longer.

I’m completely confident but sometimes prone to social anxiety. You probably won’t be able to tell the difference between the two.

My moods radiate out from my center like an earthquake. On most days, I’ll make you smile just by sitting next to me, but on the occasion bad day, I’ll make you feel like you walked out into a rainstorm unprepared, leaving you to ride out a storm you probably didn’t create.

Love me anyways.

 

June 26, 2014
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I’m in the middle of moving & I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror & thought OMG WTF?!?!? Then I realized…. I really REALLY just can’t give a fuck!!!! I’m PMSie, over weight, my roots are so grown out I’m rockin an Hombre, I have too many tattoos & I still want more, YEAH I’M WEARING WHITE SOCKS WITH BLACK CROCS, SO FUCKIN WHAT?!?!? I’m tired, I’m hurting, I give help when I shouldn’t but don’t ask for help when I should, I have too much stuff both physically & emotionally, I’m my own worst enemy & my brain is broken…. But ya know what??? My moment of clarity as I looked in the mirror today just put it all in perspective… stop, just stop overthinking & overcaring about the things that really don’t matter. I AM ME & IF THAT’S NOT ENOUGH THEN SO FUCKIN WHAT!!!! Share your moment of clarity… it’s freeing!!!! At least it was for me!

June 26, 2014
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I enjoy silence but create noise. I live polarities but crave the in between. I feel the most beautiful when I cry. Alone. I think there are only two choices in every decision in life and that is fear or love. I lived in gut wrenching fear for many years. That was my journey to love. I have dated only gay or abusive men. I learned this from my father, who I think was both. I avoid mirrors. I have stretch marks in places I have never stretched. I am afraid of exposure, don’t even have Facebook, but want to be a writer. I listen more than I speak, unless I am nervous, then I will talk over you and under you. I have an overactive sympathetic nervous system and blush very easily. I can be a potted shit plant but will still grow if you water me. I practice non-judgment then judge myself for every move I make. I can be so saccharine that it causes tooth decay. I have plenty of tooth decay. I don’t share then wonder why no one knows me. I am just starting to have any semblance of a normal life, like buying clothes for myself, making breakfast, investing in me, loving me, liking me, as if I just met me. I will let you trample my space and take up residence in my gut. I sweat. A lot. I am attuned to other people’s feelings and sometimes this drowns my own. I hear with my heart and see with my mind. My voice changes depending on who I am talking to. I don’t know what to do with my hands in public. I will never ask you to do something I am not willing to do, except putting eye drops in my eyes. I dream big but think small. Love me anyways.

June 23, 2014
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I make bad decisions. Repeatedly. I have a hard time listening to people even when they have my full attention. Sometimes I feel like I dont believe the words that I say, not that im lying, but that im trying to be someone I am not…And I have no idea who that is. I get lost in thought every 20-30 minutes. I spend a considerable amount of time comparing myself to others around me, and a lot more time wondering why I feel inadequate. So I delve into the past and hold on to good memories for so long that they break, and hope their pieces can cover up the bad ones. I search for happiness in all the wrong places and people. So i’m not exactly happy every day, but I love when I am. I’m incredibly sensitive. And I dont mean “boo-hoo im so sad” sensitive. I mean when I look at someone that im speaking with and their eyebrows raise a certain way, or maybe their lips curl just after the end of my sentence, I will analyze, proofread and scour over every: word, gesture and movement that I made in the duration of our conversation until I understand where I faltered or succeeded. This forces me to project a certain image of myself in social environments so much that sometimes I cant tell if I’M speaking from whats true or what’s scripted. I basically stare at people and read their eyes, not everyone likes it. I also speak too much or too little. Or not loud enough. I can’t annunciate very well and I don’t practice doing what I love enough but I definitely think about practicing. And even after writing all of this I just think “I’m human, everyone is like this, I can’t be so rare or different than anyone else.” Then I go on, and walk through crowds of people every day and look at them and only see a different me. Love me anyways.

June 21, 2014
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Not tall  enough, not black enough, not gay enough. I love animals and food more than most people. I may not have heard you because I was guessing your astrological sign, but  LOVE ME ANYWAYS! 

June 21, 2014
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Sugar craver. Vegetable hater. Morning snoozer. Mind changer. Plate full carrier. Cautious lover. Crier. Second-chance reedemer. Over packer. Non-runner. Secrets consumer. Instigator. Sweats wearer. Sore loser. Paper writing procrastinator. Double dipper. Starer. Honest comment bearer. Swearer. Exaggerator. Conclusion jumper. Faults counter. Finger pointer. Stresser. Out loud reader. American dreamer. Love Me Anyways. 

June 20, 2014
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One of my favorites writer’s said, “If you can’t change it, stand it.” I couldn’t live with myself for so long after a huge quarter life crisis that resulted in me accepting that I must cope and live with anxiety and depression. I lost the life I used to have and built an entire new one after by focusing on my career. I did however keep myself away from new connections with others because I wanted to keep them away from my stresses and my messes. As I learned to love myself and began to see that I could begin to cope with my quirks, I began to identify with other like minded artists who could put to words the jumble of feelings I have had. I saw a few of your street art images posted that I relate to but when I saw the words “Love me anyways” I decided to allow myself that possibility. It’s okay for me to want that. <3 Thank you!!!