I'm fashionably late to loving myself

The world itself would be a dull place if love, poetry, admiration, zeal, passion, and romance wouldn't have laced each strand of our heavenly web.
I spill my heart on this one love letter to the entire humanity.
In a faint voice though, soft enough to hear only when you're resting.

TW: the beginning is quite pessimistic but it gets better throughout the chapters