About me
I can’t help but think there’s something
tremendously wrong with me.
It can’t be my face nor my body. I mean
there’re not perfect but I’ve seen worse.
It might be my inner side. Sometimes I
think I’m a crap, a piece of nothing important and I guess everybody sees it
though I’m still wondering about it.
I feel like I don’t fit in, constantly at
the wrong place with the wrong people.
Those who said once they liked me, have
already left. Probably that means they didn’t like me that much. And I’m afraid
of letting someone new into my life.
I’ve held myself to vain words that
actually meant nothing. I played the role of part-time choice for others and
accepted being always on second place. I hate myself for that, especially for
those times I said “it’s ok” when it wasn’t ok.
And then there comes a moment when you
really need a helping hand and you are alone … with your thoughts, which by the
way are the worst companion.
I’m on my mid-thirties and I feel like I
need to do some serious changes.
I thought I was witnessing the changes on
others but the fact is I was changing myself when less expected.
P.S. If someone is wondering why I’ve been
writing in English, well I don’t know. I suppose I always do this when I’m
feeling too depressed.
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