Aw, thanks.
It's not about loving myself. I think I'm pretty decent. It's just luck of the draw that everyone around me has their head up their ass. I rationally know I should be loved. I emotionally feel the lack and don't understand it.
No idea. I posted like I usually do
That's just the way I've been treated my entire life. Don't see any reason for it to change.
Wish I this could be me, but I don't think it's in the cards.
I mean, this is imaginary starships.
The US. In my dad's time it was percolator brewed (the literal worst way to brew) or with low grade, super roasted. I drink medium roast or lighter and drip brew or pour over. Vast vast difference.
Second vote for thiccmoe
Coffee. My dad was in the navy in the 70s and you could tell by the tar he drank. Never got into it. Early 20s I got hired as a delivery boy for a coffee shop. A perk was that it came with free coffee drinks. Turns out I didn't hate coffee, I hated the swill my father brewed. Good coffee was quite good.
Ugh. I'm the opposite. I hate mine. It's a middling mattress that can't hold its edge shape. Mine is now a slope. Also moving them is somehow worse than moving a spring mattress which is already terrible!
Waiting so long to cut off a toxic parent. Not spending more time with a good parent. Not going to therapy sooner.