People say that old habits die hard. I was always that person who laughed it off, because how can there be something you can't quit no matter how hard you try.
I blame others too much. What I blame the most is myself. You see, I'm well aware that it's not always my fault when someone doesn't like me, we all have a different taste, but there's this voice in my head proving me wrong.
I used to punish myself for it.
There are so many marks left -inside and out.
I'm still so young, yet I've already stopped wondering why people don't like me, or why no guy has ever had interest in me- hoe can I expect someone to like me if I don't even like me...
These days come and go, but today these thoughts visited me again. You have no idea how much I wanted to inflict pain on myself so at least for once I could be in control of why I was hurting...but I didn't.
Oh God, how I wanted to.
Some habits really do die hard.
