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mentally tired of all her bullshit, we had a few run ins this week and each time I had her running with her tail between her legs. "You know just because you lost a few pounds, got a new wardrobe and made you some new friends doesn't make you any less ugly, you still the same weak, worthless bitch" she sneers and something with what she just said pangs at my heart. "And you nothing but a fake slutty whore, who seeks attention, makes others feel worthless to feel better about yourself with your low self esteem. At least I got some genuine friends unlike your minions who follow you and do anything for the clout. No matter how ugly I am, I'm still 10 times prettier than you no matter how much m

“I have never been free, Madame. I have always been watching closely with my actions, although I admit that sometimes, I am just too lazy to change my bad vices and actions, which made the restrictions useless.” The baroness sighed before pouring tea on her cup. “Oh, Cassey. Your life is a real poetry. It is beautiful and measured.” “I really wish it was that beautiful, Madame. All I could see is miserable.” “That is because you do not really look at yourself, but on your environment. Of course, you would find it miserable.” “…” “Well, I wonder what brings you here? And it seems you are looking for my son… Have you perhaps thought of dating that poor guy?”

Debutant balls, fundraisers, charities, community, and now even my own happiness. The more I think while we journey on to wherever it is we are going the more I begin to resent all the aspects of my life that have driven me to this point of self betrayal. Maybe it would be better off if I stayed gone a bit longer. Let all parties conduct their businesses as they may. I have nothing to lose at this point. Yet at the same time I’m not sure exactly what I want either.

“Hubris? It is a word I fail to cipher.” “It means pride and confidence in one’s own abilities and is a way of saying that that pride and confidence is misplaced.” Poe sighed and gathered a deep breath before continuing. “I thought to not only test you but test the table. Though test might not be the best way of saying it. Through you I thought to try and find some residue, some composition of a manifestation of power wrought on that chair.” “Why me?” “Because I thought there might be some affinity between you and the manifestation.”

I say, smiling. "But you can, and you have." She states, and I frown. "Self Sabotage comes from lack if self esteem, feeling of worthlessness, incompetence, a belief that you don't deserve love and self hatred. Suicide is a self sabotaging behaviour, and it is actively or passively preventing ourself from success. Now, that it has been identified, I can help you through it." She says, and I nod.

"Goodnight Daddy." He did not answer. But I knew this was only the beginning. I went up to my room with his taste still on my tongue and his fingers still burning inside me. The rain kept falling but I was no longer scared of it. I was scared of how much I wanted more. **100 Ways to Damn Yourself**

You might not be Oscar but you can be a greater version of yourself. How exactly am I to that? I'm a pathetic rich boy who just looks intimidating and nothing more. I'm not even tough. Behind my quiet gazes and expressions which are indifferent, tough looks and rich kid aura due to my background, I'm nothing but a damaged kid who's a pushover. I have low self esteem and I'm worth nothing. My existence to the world is nothing. For goodness sake, even my parents find me a burden.

He continued, "You would grow self-esteem. One that is dependent not on other people’s fickle opinions, but on how you perceive yourself. People with self-esteem tend to be original and authentic. I love this kind of people, people who know who they are and what they want." How would he taste in bed? Her thoughts digressed. She looked at his fingers discreetly; lean and strong, and the lengths of the index and ring fingers did not differ so much. So, long and big? Must be. How would he rate against 'the man' experience? She felt warm. Her fingers caressed her empty coffee cup intuitively.

She claimed that victory and rejoiced in it one day at a time. Battling low self-esteem was a huge mountain as well. Never knowing her own worth until Sean taught her to love herself meant years of sadness and self-loathing. That hurdle was ferocious and still crept up on her sometimes, but she remembered that God created her and she was worthy and she kept going. “What are you deep in thought about, Jaimee?” Jack said, handing her a thermos of coffee to warm up with. “Life, climbing mountains, my family. They are my world and yet here I am thousands of miles away. What am I doing?”

With every ounce of strength I can muster, I push myself up from the ground, brushing off the dirt and grit that clings to my clothes. I square my shoulders, meeting Samantha's gaze head-on, refusing to let her see the cracks in my armor. Behind the facade of confidence, I gather the shattered pieces of my self-esteem, vowing to rebuild it stronger than ever before. No longer will I allow her words to define me or dictate my worth. With a steady voice that surprises even myself, I respond, “You may find joy in tearing others down, Samantha, but I find strength in rising above your cruelty. Your laughter may sting, but it will not break me.” The words hang in the air, a declaration of resilie