It’s the same feeling I had years back. I hate recalling that issue because it brings me
bad really bad memories. I’m starting to doubt myself, again, with what I can really do. It’s not insecurity. It’s just, I don’t trust myself anymore. No, it’s not their fault, it’s mine. I’m pulling myself down with something that shouldn’t be a big deal anyway. I hate this feeling. I hate it so badly.
I always thought that I’ve become tougher when it comes to life’s challenges but I guess I’m still the little girl who’s frail and weak. I’m a pretender, believing I have become a mature young lady but I’ve proven it all wrong. I’m still the fragile girl 10 years ago, not knowing how to deal with the tests served.
Confidence, when are you going to stay for real?
Sorry for this non-sense entry. It’s just that no one cares and no one notices my vulnerability.