I stopped scrolling through my phone.
I stopped going outside.
I stopped talking to people.
I isolated myself from the world.
I kept seeing people, people who are better. Better hair, better skin, better achievements, better in everything.
I was obssessed. I was obssessed with perfection.
Everytime I try to be prettier, to be better, to be smarter, someone else takes my spotlight.
And I hate it, I hate that the spotlight isn't even shining on me, buf I felt like they stole it.
I try to be perfect. I tried to be something impossible, I'm not even close to perfection.
My insecurity creeps in.
They say I'm overreacting. But they don't know. They don't feel the way that I do.
I'm insecure and I hate it.
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♡ caza4raia
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