Official Self Acceptance Thread

i gotta give up all social relationships to get better at dota, i miss high school actually.

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Please don’t do it, you have a wonderful life ahead of you. Think about your family.

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I sat along the rocks and watch the cold Maine water rush away.
The sun and my guitar and I knew what you were doing yesterday.
You broke those promises but I’ll get over it.
ā€˜Cause as long as I’m breathing fresh air I don’t really give a shit
So I’ll complain for the next ten years, but remember that sometimes things are great.

I didn’t have directions and I hadn’t eaten anything all day.
We sucked a fat one and wasted a hundred dollars just to play.
I ate a bag of peanuts right before the windy road.
And I couldn’t drink a thing all night ā€˜cause of the vomit in the back my throat.
Then you gave me your number and your sweatshirt so I didn’t give a shit.
So I’ll complain for the next eleven years, but remember that sometimes things are great.

You don’t own me! You don’t own me!

I worked my ass of my entire life to accomplish one dream.
It started happening and everything was bastardized my greed.
I said ā€œpull this shit over and let me out
I swear to fucking God I’m fucking giving up right nowā€
And now I’ve got a brand new start, I remember that something are great.

Scream it in apartment halls -
Scream it loud in shopping malls -
Take a ball point pen and paint the inside’s of your eyelids with the constant reminder:
You don’t own me. You don’t own me.

Then I was underground without food or sunlight or encouragement.
Depression set in ā€˜cause I was a product of my environment.
Then the other day, I got in my car.
Pick Glenn Tillbrook up from the hotel, drive him to the bar.
He wore a t-shirt just like me and wasn’t on his phone
and for fifteen minutes I had a conversation with a hero.
So I’ll complain for the next ten years…
And after that we’ll go drink beers until the bar runs out of beers
prepare for the next twenty-three years.

ā€˜Cause if I wasn’t a fat kid in high school, I would have never listened to punk rock.
And if I knew how to throw a football, I would have never played any music.
And if never got my heart broken, I would sing ā€œblah blah fucking nothing.ā€
And if you didn’t fuck my ex-girlfriend, I would still owe you three-thousand dollars.
And if I never lived in that van I wouldn’t have met Chris or Steve or James, Alex or Middagh.
And if I never worked in a basement I would have never moved out of my house.
And if I had a big emo band or dropped out of college, I would have never met you, man.

Brown paper bags metal cans.
Sixty degrees fahrenheit.
We can’t see the stars tonight
ā€˜cause apartments generate ambient light
And I’m sorry that we’re not already drunk.

Hours later we’re getting there
Meters away from the shore
My forty of Corona is just
drops away from being kicked
And I don’t know what I’m gonna be tomorrow.

When you stayed overnight making out with a stranger
in the bottom of a boat that belonged to a stranger
and you came home at six in the morning
after being caught ass naked by the dude who threw the party
I thought that we’d never grow up.
I thought that we’d never grow up.

Now all my friends rise at eight.
They go to sleep before midnight.
And I just wanna drink 'til three
Embarrassing myself publicly.
And you all used to be just like me
You fuckers used to be just like me.

So now I sit and stew alone.
Everyone’s already sleeping.
Everybody’s moved away
and can pay their bills on time.
No one else is making a hundred and ten bucks for twenty hours.
God I hate this fucking place.
God I hate what happened to me.
You promised we’d stay best of friends.
But we can’t 'cause I just can’t grow up.

And it kills me. Yeah it kills me
that I don’t know what I can do.
I can’t breathe correctly and
I can’t sleep or anything and
I can’t think of anything I can’t think of anything.

Now every night is miserable.
So sad I can’t even get drunk.
So let’s go out just one last time.
Let’s finish off a box of wine.
Do shots of yukon jack and lime.
Can we drink 'til I fucking die?

I’ll make you party at my funeral
'Cause mourning is for suckers.
I’ll rent a ferris wheel and
cotton candy machine and have open bar
with all the Pabst that you can drink
the PA blasting my Clash records.
You’ll finally know that life’s okay
Even when bad things happen.

So just one more beer, then grow up.
So just one more beer, then grow up.
So just one more beer.
Go to work.
Pay your bills.
Eat a dick.
One more beer, THEN grow up.

I dont really accept myself but i like to think i do. If i would accept myself i wouldnt be so insecure about myself. But it is getting better i think.

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Great thread

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Wtf is this idiot Ian talking about

Literally nothing you fucking schizophrenic

Look at these tiny ass feet

Little ass feet ass motherfucker

bro you’re fucking stupid and insane like Jdance

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I don’t speak to boys’ 16s.

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Yeah

What

Look at this weird shit this gay ass ā– ā– ā– ā– ā–  is sending me on Christmas Eve like don’t you have family to be around or some shit

I just figured I owed you one since you helped get me sober and if the alternative is suicide an incidental kidnapping and forced adventure might not be the worst idea in the world

How are you the one calling me insane when I’m trying to figure out alternatives to blowing your head off

nigga I have BORDERLINE PERSONALITY DISORDER leave me alone you and Jdance are some of the weirdest fucking people

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Also I thought boys’16 was a shoe size sorry