Today, I stopped.
It's too easy to hate yourself, to smother your soul with negativity.
I'm too this, that & the other.
Wrap it up in time, I always have the time.
Today I stopped giving it my time.
Time, now suddenly precious, none spare to indulge in the endless abyss of my wrongs.
I don't yet know the concept of self love, but I'm sure with all my new found time, it will come.
For time, The age-old healer will heal me.