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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