It’s funny
how people look at me and just assume I have a perfect life or I’m living a
perfect life. A life that is not soiled with any mistakes at all but in reality;
if only mistakes were scars; I am not sure I would have space left on my body.
I have always made mistakes, taken so many wrong paths and bad decisions that would have resulted in a suicide attempt.
I have always made mistakes, taken so many wrong paths and bad decisions that would have resulted in a suicide attempt.
At times
when people think me as perfect; I have the urge to yell in their face all the
negative and bad decisions I have made; ‘I AM FAR FROM PERFECT’. I subconsciously recoil from good things and
good people because I feel I am not deserving of them most especially when they
admire my ‘perfect’ nature. I have a feeling deep down that I deceive them without
doing anything and that takes me farther away…
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