A few days ago I was bawling my eyes out over something my aunt said. Let's just say that the skeletons in my closet came rushing out and my insecurities were staring me in the eyes mocking me. So question myself I did with questions about my worth and my direction in life. It sucks to be me I tell you. One minute I'm unbreakable, the next I feel so worhtless.
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This change I'm going thru is taking it's toll on me I swear. Why are we so scared of the unknown? Isn't there a saying about going with the flow and rolling with the punches or something like that. I hate weak people so I try to be strong but the truth is inside, I feel weak too at times.
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When is it going to end?
1 comment:
hehe. i can relate to this in so many levels. especially the part about hating the weak but am weak meself.
hang in there. =)
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