I am sitting in a quiet room at this very moment and yet, I still can't find peace in my mind. It's so quiet i can hear my mind taunting me. I have never imagined myself being this disturbed when I was younger. I never knew it would be a struggle to fight myself.
My parents and I rarely have the time together, but they are still very wonderful people. My friends? They are the kind of people that would stay in jail with me instead of bailing me out and yeah, we'll have a great laugh about it the next day. My boyfriend? He is beyond amazing and the most patient person I have ever met. Period. Life is just nice.
But why do I always have this funny feeling in my heart? Why do I always feel like everything is going to fall apart? I worry too much, I worry for me and I even worry for everybody else even though it may not be necessary. Little did I know that I could be the world's greatest abuser. When things go wrong, even the littlest things, I could feel failure creeping into each and every nerve I have in my body. I'll beat and I keep beating myself up till I am mentally bruised.
Each day I grow to become my own worst enemy. What am I to do?
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