If we're being completely honest, all I've ever really wanted in life is to feel worthy of both, love and myself. For some reason I've never been able to reach that but, I'm also not sure why. It's an impossible feat of myself, a peak I'm too unfit to reach but then also, perhaps it doesn't even exist because I find that once I reach my goals, I don't feel proud anyway. I'm more cynical about myself than I am of other people or other people are of me. Is this what it is to be human? And if it is, what does that even mean? Who am I trying to be?
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