how love? please answer, ask
It's hard to know how to 'love oneself', something that New Age gurus say one must. I used to write over and over, in a fit of despair from breakup with woman I loved back in the Navy, a la Louise Hays, 'I love myself'. It was what she asked (or, told) me to do, in order to get better.
It did help. However, so much of us says, that's so insane. Fuck you. Or rather, no, never you again, nor anyone like you, I hate your guts. And I hate me. No, I'm fine. Aargh. Fuck hell no way anyway, I'm leaving. And we go off, to fight the war. It's not easy, finding our essence. And we lose energy. Sometimes, one is tired from just travelling, it's also very exhausting. Not only just in body, I mean. Though that I am sick off, I don't get the thrill, I dread it - till I arrive and settle down, then I cope, even have fun.
How love myself? I channelled. Oh not again, I thought. Answer - ask. And I know to say please, now. And, answer will come. But one must pay attention - it makes it easier. Also, it does work. And why? Why love oneself? Because without us, we cannot evolve. We are all so necessary, and God's work is to teach us to love. And yes, we can love without loving ourselves - but as I used to say, it will kill you. I am not happy to write this. It's been a horrible day. It is now time to call that taxi. And knowing what I know, unable seemingly to teach what I really think worth communicating, how love myself? Ask. I ask, please answer. I ask to ask. I ask please for me jaded and tired and feeling sick to ask, please. And I ask for help. And help for others, all even. Please. I really need more help, writing, too. Ow. Anyway, anyone out there wondering, what on Earth is she talking about?
Earth. How to get better. love, me (mouse is standing by. And thanks for that, I need to know it sometimes. She says she needs me. I could faint.) love mouse too x time for turkey. (don't forget to thank him.) please forgive me this is a awful post I'm very sad today. This is my penultimate post.
It did help. However, so much of us says, that's so insane. Fuck you. Or rather, no, never you again, nor anyone like you, I hate your guts. And I hate me. No, I'm fine. Aargh. Fuck hell no way anyway, I'm leaving. And we go off, to fight the war. It's not easy, finding our essence. And we lose energy. Sometimes, one is tired from just travelling, it's also very exhausting. Not only just in body, I mean. Though that I am sick off, I don't get the thrill, I dread it - till I arrive and settle down, then I cope, even have fun.
How love myself? I channelled. Oh not again, I thought. Answer - ask. And I know to say please, now. And, answer will come. But one must pay attention - it makes it easier. Also, it does work. And why? Why love oneself? Because without us, we cannot evolve. We are all so necessary, and God's work is to teach us to love. And yes, we can love without loving ourselves - but as I used to say, it will kill you. I am not happy to write this. It's been a horrible day. It is now time to call that taxi. And knowing what I know, unable seemingly to teach what I really think worth communicating, how love myself? Ask. I ask, please answer. I ask to ask. I ask please for me jaded and tired and feeling sick to ask, please. And I ask for help. And help for others, all even. Please. I really need more help, writing, too. Ow. Anyway, anyone out there wondering, what on Earth is she talking about?
Earth. How to get better. love, me (mouse is standing by. And thanks for that, I need to know it sometimes. She says she needs me. I could faint.) love mouse too x time for turkey. (don't forget to thank him.) please forgive me this is a awful post I'm very sad today. This is my penultimate post.
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