Just when I thought I'm fine, I realise I'll never be.
♥Thursday, February 17, 2011.
When will I stop feeling the way I do? It's been so long, yet the scars remain fresh and raw, as though they were made yesterday. And they hurt, still. I swear, they're killing me, slowly but surely.
It hurts so much that I can't even remember the life I've had before these things happened. They made me stronger, but at the same time, I became more vulnerable. Peoples' expectations became my own. Fuck whoever said 'be yourself' and 'people love you the way you are'.
I'm so tired of putting up a strong front, for acting like I know what I'm doing when I honestly don't, for having to hold up a mask of perfection and confidence. I should have know, I was never good enough for this.
|| At 11:10 PM, Jocelyn thought so.♥ ||