Sometimes I think you’re an irony. Actually we are all living ironies. We contradict ourselves everyday and somehow, somewhere inside us we have ongoing battles about what we believe, what we think and what we should do. I realise you can’t seem to accept yourself. Afraid that others would judge you and hoping to please others but what you want is unattainable, not freakin’ possible, mainly because of the way you are. You put personal interest before those of others. You find faults in words of genuine concern of loved ones. That lack of trust would be a massive pitfall.
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