I'm troublesome. I'm annoying. I am afraid.
The words are blurred and I can't see or breath and I fucking hate it. It captures me and I just let it take me over. It's pathetic.
I want to be confident and burstin with energy and laughter and happiness. I feel weak now. But I will carry on. I will continue even if it hurts. I will struggle.
But I will stop weeping in self pity. I will stop swimming around in my misery. I will stop surrounding myself with people who make me feel bad about myself. I will be around the people that make me love myself more often. I will perpetuate positivity and I will emerge strong.