Is it true? Are we, am I, more afraid of what I think about myself than what other people do? Am I giving the moste severe critique to myself?
I was talking to Valentina today about the fact that me being so afraid that other people dont like me, or dont accept me the way I am, has most profundly todo with the fact that I am not able to love me the way I am. I always would like to do more, be different, say different things. And isnt being more about just being? And accepting. This is me. fullstop.
Why does it seems so difficult to just be honest with yourself? Are you able to see who you are, or what you are?
Or am I just melancholic because Michl reproched me on only coming to Graz when I have a guilty consciousness?