I don't even know where to start.
I remember being 20 years old and seeing a woman in a position similar to the one I am in now and thinking that she couldn't possibly be trying or else things would be getting done.
I wish I could shoot my former self.
Sometimes I think this is the reason I justify my flaws (current).
Somehow I came to believe the way I am today is alright because it beats the insecure, abandonment issues, walking mattress I was just 10 years ago.
What a sick thought process.
Oh, and I have successfully discontinued the use of Prozac. It's only a matter of time before I require something else to cope daily.
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