October 29, 2019
I hate myself.
I seriously hate myself for being like this.
Being envious and insecure.
Being hateful.
Being grumpy all the time.
Why am I being like this?
Even if I am serving to God.
Why can't I have this pure heart that only knows how to love and to be contented?
I know that I am physically and mentally exhausted as well as my parents but why?
Why am I being like this even if I don't like to be this kind of person?
Why I can't be like the other youths who serves happily inside and outside the church?
Why am I always wearing my mask to hide my true character?
Am I being protected to myself?
Or am I being selfish to others?
I want to be like everyone who never limit themselves but instead of changing myself into better, I always turned to be someone whose very insecure of the things she'll never had.
God knows I don't want to be me.
I don't like myself.
But why am I always being blessed?
Blessed of the things that I have.
Why can't I focus on the things that I have instead of the things I don't have?
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HumorNot a story. Personal feelings of unexpressed emotions and thoughts that keeps on bothering me every single night.