Mumbling to myself, I said while petting Beck, "At least my dog loves me."
Dad overheard me, and replied, "Lots of people love you."
Somewhere deep down inside, a place I don't bother with anymore these days, I have the typical depressive mindset. Life is shit. I'm not loveable. I'm too fat. Look at me, I'm ugly. None would want me.
And I thought I outgrew it.
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