Sometimes I get jealous thinking that someone else could make you happier than I could. I guess it’s my insecurities acting up. Because I know I’m not the prettiest, smartest, or most fun and exciting. But I do know that no matter how and long you look; you’ll never find somebody that loves you like I do.
Sometimes I wonder if I will ever be happy with myself. I worry that if I can’t be happy with myself, then nobody will ever be happy with me, and that just makes me even more paranoid. It’s a cycle, insecurity, unconfidence, and diffidence, it’s all a cycle and it’s destroying me.
I have noticed now and in the past that most of us wear a mask as to show less of our real selves and more of a make believe. We tend to worry what people think of us and thus walk in the shades of those who are in the spotlight. Blessed is the person who has come to terms with oneself and can wear the scars and go on in life without regret and standing tall, as those scars are the ones that have made that person into what is now.