Realizing what life is the gift to living life.
I realized that my worth is the gift of being worthy, not to another, but to myself.
I need to cry, I need to let the anger out.
The pain is killing me.
Handicapping my ability to be happy.
Fully happy with myself.
Being so strong has hindered the way I look at life.
Sometimes I have to be weak to succeed. I’m hurting
Never felt any type of pain, the pain of knowing that deep down inside I’m not happy with the person that I am.
It’s not self-hatred.
More of self-pity.
I want to spread my wings and fly.
I want to be happy.
Happy like when I know my father loves me.
Happy when my mother no longer stress.
Happy when my sister is finally brave.
Happy when I find myself.
Happy when I’m happy being me.