Doubt to self.


I bet all of us ever feel like we're not good enough. We felt as if everything we gave doesn't satisfy the ones we love. We pour and pour and pour our heart and soul out to them who have the container but instead, they doesn't open the lid of it. The golds we pour end up wasted.

Frustration kicked in.

Annoyance knocked the door.

Sadness covers us with its comfy blanket.

Insecurities smiles at me. I say hello to it. Letting it into my home where I ran away the from fear of the world. Instead I let the fear enter my home. I did. Since the beginning.

Insecurites has became my best friend. Fear is my new sibling. I love them so much that when love tries to say hello to me, I ran and cry my heart out! Shit. Why did I ran?!

I have no idea how to love anymore. Everything seems dark and scary. Love is intimadting. I tryna befriend it one day but it scared the shit out of me with it's wholeness and unbiasness.

I still figure a way to let love sit besides me and let it know me better. Maybe we will be friends forever after.

Love,
Ophelia ♡ 

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