An Open Letter

Every night I have a list of things I do for my mental health, and one of them is going over a list of affirmations. One of the things I have written down is “people have feelings for me”, and for some reason for the first time ever I kinda believe it. I love my sense of humor, and I love the person I’ve shaped myself to be. I can’t think of any huge glaring flaws I have that would make me incapable of being loved, or desired.

I can somewhat accept the idea that someone could love me, and want to be with me.

That’s an incredibly weird feeling.