A full week of working on my insecurities and nothing to show for it. Isn't it funny how it takes so much work to build up your self consciousness and only one instance to destroy it. I spent a week dressing up, trying to figure out how to make myself happier, trying to be more comfortable with myself. I became cocky. I got to a point of doing something I almost never do, and in turn I got shut down. Immediately my insecurities came rushing back and I found myself drowning in my world of darkness once again. I just don't understand. Why do I have to struggle so much to be happy. Why does unhappiness come so naturally for me? Why do I have to boost myself just to feel decent about myself. FUCK I'm sick of it.
Just one incidence and he's destroyed all of my work. But that's how it goes I guess. Now I can either work with what I've got, go back to building myself up, or continue on this downward spiral
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