for all my boasts of being real, honest, and genuine...i am the worst fake. i'm so worried about what other people think, what she's thinking, what i look like. i'm always worried. i'm always anxious. i'm always comparing myself. and everything just adds up until i'm not even me anymore. i am what i think you want me to be. which, ironically, is quite the opposite. and so now i'm all twisted up. trying to figure out who i was. and who i am now. i don't want to be worried or insecure. i want to be me.
short blog i know.
but you know,
who's even reading this?
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