#279
This very much describes me to a T. Is it selfish of me to just want to be there for everyone i love? Is it selfish of me to just want to be the best there is out there, to be the best friend/daughter/lover/sister/student i can be? Is it bad that deep down inside, I want recognition that i am a good person? Is it narcissistic that I want to be praised and I want to be loved and I want to be assured endlessly? I'm striving so hard for perfection but in the midst of it i end up shortchanging myself.
Who am i, really?
If i don't even know myself why do I expect people to know me well? Why do i get angry at them when they don't treat me like how i want to be treated, when they don't do things as per my wish? What gives me the audacity to even dream that anyone can "know me better than i do"?
I don't even know what i'm doing with my life.
(Disclaimer: Nothing to do with anyone. Just me and my verbal diarrhea. That felt good. Writing is therapy. So is maggi. And lots of sleep)