What's the point of killing yourself when you could just stand up and decide to do some of those productive things that you're capable of doing? You have so fucking much potential and an intelligence so raw that it makes me want to weep. You're what you decide to be. Decide not to hate yourself, fight this hatred, for fuck's sake. Eleanor Roosevelt said that woman is like a tea bag, you never know how strong she is until she gets in hot water. Show the world that fearless effing fighter you have inside of you, for the love of all things good, please?
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