It's actually very difficult to be happy like that. You have no choice but to find something you like about yourself.
For instance, you might hate your body and looks but you might be quite an intelligent person or good at something. You just gotta find what you're good at.
For instance, I don't love my body anymore because I got too fat but I kinda like the fact I'm quite good at learning languages.
Really hate the self so much that it doesnt even believe it's real. Saying "i" or "me" feels sick and nauseating and wrong because that person disgusts it, so it must not exist.
Not to be edgy or something. Sorry if this is a dumb ass thing to say.
If the self had literally any redeeming qualities at all it wouldnt have been completely abandoned and neglected and forced to fantasize about ctb to escape the literal torture of being alone every day.
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