That girl is lonely

What have I done? I knew I shouldn't do it, I should have stop. But I can't. I should have stop, should have done better in controlling the desire, the urges to feel the high. But who am I kidding? I've done this for years. Almost half of my life, I've been doing this. I want to end this, but how?

As for now, I'm sitting in my room, a room that I rent for almost 3 years since I enrolled in my BS, writing this story. A story of my life. Of how I fight myself, just to be better, just to be accepted, accepted by myself.

That not-so-beautiful , low self-esteem, sensitive and introvert girl is now struggling in finding herself. Sometimes, she wonders, who is she actually? The good girl or the bad girl? In the journey full of struggle, she stumbled, she fell, she hurt, will she be okay? I don't know, but I pray she will be because she have to.

Who is she? Who am I?

* The End*

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