And i said, with tears in my eyes, "how can i choose you if i can't choose myself?". 

I don't desire to be loved like this.. i don't want to ruin another heart because i hate myself. 

I don't have that luxury. 

get

out

of

my

mind

please.

hyperaware-ism

I'm not really sure

That all of the bad shit

I tell myself (about me)

Is untrue.