I write to help others, yet do not take my own advice. I try so hard to do what I tell you all. I try so d*** hard to accept who I am and accept my past, but I drown every time. I hope, but fail. I dream yet crash on my own deppression. Why can I write good advice but never take it. I feel so alone, like... I am not even visible. I just want o be loved. I just want to be seen. Yet I write about not caring what everyone else sees, I care so much it's going to be the death of me. I am sorry that I have tried and yet not used my own advice. Who wants to follow a girl whpo writes inspiration and struggles to use it herself. I am a self-loathing person. I hate myself and what I look like. I don't take my own advice. I am scared to love  because I was told my whole life that I will never be lovable. Yet, I do not take my advice. I know what I am writing is scattered, but scattered can be good, it shows the passion in the situation. I hope you guys will still read my articles. I love writting to you all. I just wanted to get some of this off my chest. Honesty is the best policy!