Secret #19
I say a lot of bullshit. My heart speaks silently, my brain filters it out. I don’t even know what to believe. I hate you, I love you. Fuck you.
Secret #18
I am confused all the time. I am not smart. I don’t actually know whats going on. Fake it until you make it.
Secret #17.
I try too hard to make myself interesting to everyone. I don’t hate myself, but I can’t say I love myself either. I hate fakers, but I don’t think I am much more honest.
Secret #16.
I doubt myself a lot. Each doubt hits me like a punch in my stomach, causing internal bleeding. But with each doubt I see the strength that lies in me. I see the way I can get back up and get the job done even though I have just suffered a forceful blow. Every time I doubt myself I realize after that I can do it. But how many punches can I take before it’s too much, before I just collapes, or until I bleed from the inside out. Many people burn out and I am afraid that might happen, but every blow I take in, I let out a more powerful surge of strength that lingers in every part of me. I just don’t want that strength to wither away.
