I have no problem telling others to try to love themselves, but when it comes to myself it’s always an uphill battle. It’s so easy to look in the mirror and see just another background character in the story of life, a person that doesn’t and never would hold nearly as much meaning as he wishes he did. I’ll gladly spend my days trying to illuminate the darkness of others, just to fall asleep in the arms of my own at night. Don’t get me wrong, I try to fight my demons too, but some nights they win. Some nights their hold on my heart is too firm.